Stuffer Shack has run out of Minx Pure Tottenham Jasmine tea again. Surely this is the worst possible thing to happen to me today.
The place was uncharacteristically crowded for a convenience shoppe so late at night.
The venue was already full of people and in crop 3 more trying to grab the attention of the clerks. Very rude. They were angry enough to vandelize the wall as well.
I attempted to reason with the gentlemen. I would aid them however I could and send them on their way. Such respectable people are surely of the intelligent variety.
They were looking for something. I tried to explain that it wasn’t there. Such fine gents. Reason was the obvious answer.
I suppose I can’t successfully offer peace when the trumpets play war across the isle.
Things may have gotten messy, but no one was killed and I had my tea in the end.
—End Personal Log: Walter Melon