Well, it happened kind of like this:
I was attending Crown Lyst at Camp Lanoche (read “middle of the sticks” for you non-Trimarians) a year ago this month.
I was hanging out with Morgan Bloodaxe and crew, when the unthinkable happened! We ran OUT of beer! Egads!
Being the generous-type soul that I am, I volunteered to go on a beer run at 10PM. Along with Lord Morgan and some gentle that I did not know.
We traveled along for quite a ways, because the local store was closed. After 20 minutes or so, we found this DIVE of a mom~n~pop convenience store, with pickups being the only denizens of the parking lot, other than the occasional shirtless beer swiller. We all looked at each other, then said “WHAT THE HELL”. I was bringing up the rear of the caravan as our party entered the store, and was greeted by someone yelling something about his “Klan Brother”. Not instantly realizing that I was his long lost sibling, I looked over and nodded in his general direction. THEN it hit me. OH SHIT.
I decided discretion was the better part of staying alive, so I made a beeline for the beer cooler. Just as I open that hand smudged glass door, this gentleman yells “Anything my brother wants tonight is on me”. I look at Morgan, and he at me. He nods. So I hand him out another case, and we make our way to the checkout queue. We get politely in the back of the line, just about the time this guy is checking out. He yells again "I was SERIOUS! So, resigning myself to the invevitable, I walk up to the front of the line, and drop our purchases alongside his. Now, the person running the register was FUNNY! He was obviously Hindi. He looked me in the eyes, and I could tell from his expression that he just KNEW exactly what was going on. I smiled at him, and gave a slight shake of my head. He smiled even more broadly at that, and continued to ring up our beer, and our benefactors Skoal and pork rinds.
Meanwhile, this guy now has me cornered. Asks questions like “Are you meeting around here?” and “Where are you from?”. I give him some seriously noncommital answers, then he asked did I know this person or that person. I said no, don’t think that I have heard of them. He then proceeds to take a card out of his wallet. Asks me if I know THIS guy. Turns out it was the BUSINESS CARD of the grand dragon high poobah somebody or other. Being dodgy, I said that I think I was familiar with that name. Meanwhile, I am sweating bullets.
Finally the interrogation ends, and we are leaving the store. Just as we are exiting, he leans over and says “Don’t y’all hang TOO many N****** tonight now.”
At that point, we just made our way to the car and hauled butt back to camp. Whew. Gawd, it was nice being back in civilization again.