Dairy Mart Confessions: Volume 1

So as you may know I live comfortably close to the Dairy Mart downtown. For those of you that are not familiar with it, it is a very small, rather sketchy convenience store at the foot of my humble hill. Recently, my roommate Fogle and I took a trip to the store and saw some interesting things, thus inspiring "Dairy Mart Confessions", which I HOPE will become a reoccurring feature. There also might be talk of explosions at the end...so read this one (ha ha)


We ventured down to the Dmart rather late, probably about 10:30 and we pulled up and a couple members of our parade entered while me and Fogle sat in the car and enjoyed the AC. When we pulled up there was a lady on the pay phone with her kids; we thought nothing of it other than it was strange seeing someone use a pay phone, but we quickly realized this wasn't the only odd thing on hand. This lady was angry, red in the face angry, watery eyes, screaming in the phone. Angry. I did my best to not stare, but noticed that she hadn't the slightest bit of concern with what was around her, people walking in and out were shocked at what she was yelling in the phone (me and Fogle were limited due to the fact we were in the car), but she just went on ahead with her kids present. I almost wanted to ask her if she needed a ride somewhere, but she honestly looked more dangerous than upset. It was an all around awkward situation. But honestly this was not the first interesting thing that I've seen at this particular location. It was evening, I stopped by to get an energy drink for work the next day, and as I open the door, I come face to face with a python. I suppose pets are not a problem in the friendly Dairy Mart of our precious town.


Now, I promised explosions and I shall deliver (apologies in advance to my mother).


I have heard of a lot of favorite holidays from a lot of different people, Christmas for obvious reasons, Halloween, the usual suspects. That being said, I have never seen a person have a grin on their for so long as my roommate Fogle during the upcoming days leading up to The 4th of July. He looked like a deranged serial killer: giant grin, eyes going two ways, deep laugh, he was nuts. A couple days before the 4th Fogle comes home from a quick visit home and needs help carrying some things up. He opened his trunk and before me lay an ARSENAL of explosives. Good ones. That night we did a demo of some of everything, including the Excalibur: a very large mortar. See, I didn't know how big it was until he lit it and ran quickly back to the porch with that evil face and laugh. Needless to say after it went off I went inside, locked the door, and turned all of the lights off.

The day before the fourth, one of Fogle's friends were holding festivities at their place on Grant street. So a duffel bag full of weaponry and headed out. spinners and helicopters were lit, firecrackers, and even some bottle rockets and roman candles. Then came the heavy stuff, again. The first one went fine, Fogle lit it, bang- in the air bang-pretty colors. Though, the second one was lit by a rather intoxicated gentleman, who stumbled down the stairs and proceeded to light it and up the stairs. I stayed with some people in the front yard but this one did not start with the usual bang, but instead a thunk. I look back at the tube and see the second half of the mortar on the ground...the BIG half. I proceed to RUN and push everyone up the stair and duck RIGHT as it went off and lit up all of Grant street and sprayed me with debris. And so ended  my night on Grant street.


So that is that
Hopefully I will be posting again soon, there may be a new member coming to 712 P.Ave!


JCL