The store right next door...

There is this little market right next door to my house. I go there only when I need something...Like...Right away.

they aren't unfriendly by any means, but most places here are uber-friendly, which makes this place kinda unfriendly...You know what I mean? Anyhow, the old man runs it with his wife and I think his son watches the place at night. But never any conversations and we never even greet each other when I walk by the place...Instead he pretends that I don't exist (which I probably don't - to him anyways). But the funny thing is whenever I buy stuff from any other place and walk by (because I need to go home) he always checks out my bag(s)...

in my own little mind, I like to think that he wonders about why I didn't buy the stuff at his store and actually sees bags of money walk by him (instead of the groceries). It's kinda sad..