Three am. As he watched the well dressed man leave the store and head back to the limousine, Paco took a sip of his coffee, getting ready for what was coming next.
Three minutes later The Man came in and walked up to the counter. Paco met his glowering stare with the ease that came from having worked graveyard at the minimart for three years.
“Carton of Camels, please.”
“Excuse me, sir, but like I told your man, I need to see some money.”
“Listen. You know who I am.”
“Yes, sir. A carton of Camels costs $42.86. Cash only.”
The Man smiled, looked at the nametag and said, “Paco-I’m just a little light tonight. How about you let me use my credit card, and I’ll throw in an autograph?”
Paco pointed to the wall behind him where The Man’s name was prominently displayed on the “Do Not Accept Checks From These Deadbeats” list.
“Already got one, sir. You may be the President of the United States, but at three o'clock in the morning in this store, cash is king.”