Behind the counter was a young feller, perhaps in his mid-20s, who appeared to be of Arab or perhaps East Indian origin. "Ah!" thought I to myself. "One of my people, or near as dammit! Surely this will be an auspicious transaction, and not at all rife with awkward silences!" He rang up my sody pop, and, in preparation to ring up my snazzy hip-hop tee, inspected its color (light blue, with a multicolored front logo) and design.
"I like this shirt," he said, allowing me about five seconds of feeling all cool before he delivered the nuclear follow-up: "It's black, but not TOO black."
*: A Dr. Pepper, but not a Dublin Dr. Pepper. As potent a combination as is featured in that product's retro packaging and real-sugar crisp sweetness, seven bucks for a six-pack of 8-ounce bottles is pretty absurd.