Last night, I ran into “my” bodega on my walk back home. The older latino gentleman who works the late night shift/early morning shift is always friendly and jokes around about how he wishes he weren’t married already. (Actually, I don’t think he’s married- but that’s besides the point.)
Last night, he shot it with me straight. He has a car and wants to run away with me. I declined the offer naturally and may need to find a new corner store. Bummer.