Plaid Pantry Markets

As I stood in this Plaid Pantry waiting for a shift change (which was taking forever) and listening to the cell phone conversation taking place next to me, I couldn’t help but have this one refrain going through my head over and over:
‘Which is the one to blame when bullets blow
Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe
But Joe can’t shoot a gun, he’s always drunk
And Peter’s pimping Jane, and John’s a punk
Infested are the halls, also the brains
Daddy’s broken down from ghetto pains
Mommy’s flying high, the truth is shown
The kids are all alone
’Cause it’s just the ghetto thang
–De La Soul
Yeah, the lyrics to «It’s Just A Ghetto Thang,» a classic favorite by De La, do a great deal of justice to what was happening (and likely often happens) in this Plaid. Situated at the corner of Fremont and Ghetto Fabulous, it’s about what you should expect.
Sure, they sell all the regular stuff you’d want to find at a Plaid: junk food, soda, beer, etc (all I wanted was a cold bottle of Fiji). And the staff is friendly enough. But the clientele… *shudders.* At least I know the girl in the torn sweats will defend her honor:
«no matta what that bitch says. I’m gonna fight her, and I don’t care if she brings her girls ’cause I’m gonna have my girls and we gonna f*ck them bitches up!»
Yeah. I’m sure. And I’m glad that I won’t be wherever you’re headed in Gresham to experience it, thankyouverymuch.