So, I go to the local gas station/liquor store.
And I’m wearing a cap with an elm tree as the logo
and a tie dye Indonesian number with a pocket
(because a man needs pockets).
And I ask for a map.
After peeking at it, they inform me it’s not for sale.
I hand it back to them.
As I am leaving, the big dude at the register asks me
“Are you sure you aren’t a hit man, casing the area?”
I answer, “Do I look like a hit man to you?”
“Those are the most dangerous ones.” he says with a smile.