The heavy set, short gentleman was carrying
four coffees in one hand and a bag in the other. He had just parked his
car and was ambling towards Monique and me. I held the door open for
him.
He smiled and said, "Nope," he pointed towards his right, "I'm
going into my shop right there."
I asked, "Would you like me to open it
for you?"
"Naaaw, I got it." He shook his head and entered
the open door to his shop, "All you Mainers are so friendly."
I tripped
the bastard. Coffee and pastries went flying all over the inside of his
shop. Welcome to Maine, you fucking out-of-stater.
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