The year is 1983, you’ve just moved NYC, having found a job in the city. Your apartment building is built on top of a small convenience store.

It’s around 9 PM, 9:30 ish and you want a snack so you head downstairs to go get something.

The cashier woman stands behind the counter, listening to music on the radio. She sees you looking around and rolls her eyes, able to tell that you’re not from around here.