The other weekend, when my daughter and son-in-law were up for a visit, my son-in-law went to the local gas station to buy a Sunday paper. Being unfamiliar with the station, he walked in side and looked around for the papers.

Not seeing any papers, he asked the clerk if they sold papers. The clerk said “Yeah man, here.” At which point in time, he handed him a package of Zig Zag cigarette papers.

My son-in-law said “‘No, not cigarette papers, newspapers.” The clerk said “Oh, sorry dude. The newspapers are outside in the vending machine.”

I guess that is why it is a convenience store.