Anon works graveyard at a convenience store when a particularly tall drag queen comes in.
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>working at a convince store, a few miles from the city limits >near the highway, but still pretty urban. you get the idea >graveyard shift, 2 AM >only the crazies come out this late >after not getting any customers for my whole shift, a beat up minivan rolls into the parking lot >out steps, and I shit you not. the biggest drag queen I have ever seen >dude/it has to be at least 6'6, maybe taller but scrawny as a scarecrow. Looking at him walk walk unnerving itself but then he comes in >this guy was not fooling anyone, he made caitlyn jenner pass for cover gir >too much makeup that looked clowmish, dress that was too tight feet the size of dinner plates crammed into sandals and a bugle that was practically doing the withem scream in his pants >this stephen king creation is lumbering around. hunched over pawing through stuff but is way to obviously looking me up and down >we got a .357 revolver and a blackjack under the counter, but airplanes were needed to take down kong >he lumbers out back to his minivan and talks to somebody in the drivers seat, then daddy long legs his way back in >starts buying random things that have no relation to each other, a tool box, a jug of water, a radio, all heavy stuff he's clearly struggling with >pays for it all, asks if he could get some help bringing it out to the van >say no, I can't leave the counter >"awww come onnnn, please? it'll just take a minute nope >"well the service here is just shit, id like to speak to sombody in charge >call the store number, I don't give a fuck >watch him struggle with all the heavy shit, and walk out into the night. Soon after I hear the van pull out and see its lights out the store window >10 minutes of silence, when I hear a tapping on the window which is adjacent to the counter >its the same guy, peering in and smiling like the fucking joker >literally fall out of my chair >"oh sweetheart I didn't mean to scare you, but my friend just left for an emergency and I had to stay here, could you come out so I feel safer? >grab the black jack, tell him to get the fuck out of here or i'm going to run him over with my car >his face gets super close to the window, I see him breathing on it >is like a transvestite Jurassic park >he gives me the very definition of a death stare for a solid 15 seconds >then in a very masculine, clear tone says "youre gonna die tonight >punches the window and walks away >spend the rest of the night drowning in coffee and chain smoking cigarettes, looking over my should with the gun and blackjack near me until dawn >dawn comes I go out to my car >all the shit he bought, is in a pile to the side of the store, like he never needed it and discarded it >tell my friend who works at a dunkin donuts 2 a mile up the road about it, he worked that night too by pure coincidence >says around that same time a minivan came in his parking lot, parked, waited for a half hour with out the driver getting out of the car and then headed back in the direction it came from