On our way to visit the Center of the Universe (really!) in Tulsa yesterday, we made a pit stop at a convenience store in Cleveland, OK (or CLE, as the boys on the Hardline might say).
There was a worn, older woman in front of us at the store.
She plopped down a case of Natural Light, and proceeded to tell the cashier,
“Gimme a pack of your cheapest menthols.”
She then took these necessities out to her truck, and went off on her way.
I’d like to think she was listening to Merle Haggard. Or maybe some Okie band.
That would just about make it a trifecta.