You live in a small town out in the country. Every day of summer vacation you'd go up to the local general store and buy a bag of chips. The clerk there; 'Sawyer', knew your name, your age, and pretty much everything about you. He was a nice guy who liked to know facts.

One day you enter, hes smoking a cigarette with a cowboy hat on, listening to the radio, as he hears you come in.

"Howdy." He says, not even looking at your direction.