Some Super-Quick Racism

This is not him but this was what it looked like.

When my allowance was not being used for window reparations the best thing to do with it was to run to the Super-Quick and buy candy with it. The store was one block from our house and was run by an Indian family. They had thick accents and had learned English from the British so we thought the way they talked was the funniest thing we had ever heard. My friends and I would mock their speech for a while after every trip into their store. 

One of the brothers that owned the store had one small thumb that grew out of the back of his regular thumb. Kids would linger at the counter on the sly to see it flop bonelessly as he rang up customers. Trailer park parents were always sending kids down on errands. They would go buy soda, lots of Coke and diet Coke, beer and cigarettes, which the owners would sell to minors as long as they had their parents ID with them. 

The Super-Quick had a tall homemade sign that would blow down in the wind about twice a year. Whenever that happened one of the neighborhood kids would run around and tell all the other kids. We would run down and watch as they tried to dislodge the sign from whatever it had fallen into this time.