Wanna Get My Picture on the Front Door of the Gas Station Chicken Store

Val feels like sharing a tune:

I'm a Diet Coke buyer
I'm a frequent flier
And I'm loved by my old Hick spouse
I blog about pennies and I blog about HOS
And our five thousand dollar house 
I take blood pressure pills
I get lottery thrills, but the thrill I can't ignore
Is the thrill that'll getcha when you get your picture
On the Gas Station Chicken Store door

Last week, I was waiting for the Man Owner to wait on me at The Gas Station Chicken Store, while he finished a transaction at the card-reader contraption. Woman Owner grabbed my shoulders as she squeezed behind me, lest I lurch back with one of my elephant legs and cripple her. That store is not very big. Woman Owner proceeded to the section of the counter to my left that raises to allow entrance to the register area. She had a paper in her hand. I recognized it as a color printout from their outside surveillance camera.

Woman Owner reached for the tape. That made Man Owner really discombobulated. He kept glancing at the picture. She held it up to him.

WOMAN OWNER: "I'm going to put it up, in case anybody knows him. We owe him money. Do you know him?"

MAN OWNER: "I do. But I don't know his name. He was just in here! You're not really putting up his picture, are you?"

WOMAN OWNER: "I am. We owe him $13.49! She overcharged him, and we need to give it back."

MAN OWNER: "I don't know if I would do that..."

Woman Owner held the picture up to me. Written clearly across the top was: DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN? WE OWE HIM MONEY!"

WOMAN OWNER: "What do you think?

ME: "Well, I'd think it was funny, if it was MY picture. It says you owe him money. But some people might not think it's funny..."

Woman Owner laid down the picture while we were talking. A new customer had stepped over to the counter by her register. He was reading it upside down.

NEW CUSTOMER: "Oh. You owe HIM money."

As Even Steven would have it, Man Owner rang up my transaction wrong during this discussion. He was overcharging me by ten dollars. Of course I had already planned out my purchase. I had the exact change of $1.69 ready for my daily 44 oz Diet Coke. I knew that I was cashing in two ten-dollar winners, and buying two five-dollar scratchers, and a ten-dollar scratcher. I think Man Owner must have rung up that ten-dollar ticket at the beginning, and again at the end, because he was expecting $11.69 from me.

MAN OWNER: "Does that sound right?" He always asks me that. He's only been doing this job about 20 years, you know.

ME: "No. I should just own you for the soda. I traded in twenty dollars, to buy two fives and one ten dollar ticket."

He cleared out the register and rang it up again. Right this time.

MAN OWNER: "There. That's better. Sorry about that!"

ME: "It's okay. I thought I might get my picture on the door! Because you'd owe me money."

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 In case you didn't guess the song at the beginning, I borrowed a little from Dr. Hook's 
"Cover of the Rolling Stone." 
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