Woman: Do you have Copenhagen Long Cut?
Attendant: Fresh out.
Woman: I've been across the street. On the other side of the interstate. Ain't nobody's got it!
Attendant: What about the Wal-Marts?
Woman: They want $3.20. That's ridiculous. But I guess I'm gonna have to go back. My husband will kill me if I don't come home with his can.
Attendant: I know how she feels. My man's a jerk when he don't get to dip.
The woman--long black hair pulled into a pony tail--dashed into the gas station in a mild panic, as evidenced by the sharp clang of the bell over the door. I say panic, however I think her mood welled more from frustration. The attendant--a woman with short brown curly hair--was only slightly sympathetic. Her response was deadpanned. Her voice, gravelly.