So I go down at the little corner store about a block from my house to buy a couple of beers. Owned by a dude who watches Pastu television on his I-phone all the time. Weird place. Stinks, the cooler is set to like 47f, sells CBD oils and nose rings… anyway outside is a couple of Champaign Escalades with dingleberries in the windows and (Probably real) Gold anodized trim sitting on Gold 22" rims. Spendy shit to see in my derilect hood. I'm thinking WTF is this shit… Go inside and there is a fucking huge Sikh dude with his blade and all that goofy attire back by the cooler standing there with his arms crossed. I walk up and look at him and motion I want to get into the cooler his huge ass is blocking. He moves and I do my thing and head for the front. There is like 5 more of these dudes in the isles and one who was obviously the leader or whatever up by the register. Not doing anything just standing there while the poor girl behind the counter checks out the short line including me. Pay and head for the Video poker machines, plop a $20 in and sit down. I want to know what is going on so I watch through the fisheye mirror that allows the cashier to watch the poker machines and she says "I think these are for you" and hands the older guy like 5 packed envelopes. If there were $20's in those it was easily $10,000 if $100's it was no less than $50,000. I loose my money in that fucking machine and start to depart just after they do. Outside one guy opens the door for the dude with the envelopes and he gets in. then the trest all get in at the same time and drive off. As they round the corner two more pull out from down the block and fall in line behind. I go home. A little stunned.
Next day the owner is there with big sunglasses on and talking about how he got his fucking huge black eye from playing with his daughter and fell into a doorknob.
Sikhs don't fuck around.