mile 122 "Homeless" in downtown Shirley

I rode for a few miles through the town and stopped by a 7/11. I really needed to get more water, I couldn't go on in this heat for much longer without it. As I entered, the store's Indian shop keeper looked at my bicycle and then at me and said "please, you have to leave the store now." I told him that I just needed to buy some water. He then told me to beat it, saying that homeless people are not allowed in his store. I left without another word. I understood how I must have looked. Sun burnt, dis-shelved, soaked in sweat with white rings of dried salt around my face and arms. In Eastern Long Island, I guess I really could've passed myself off as a homeless person! :P In any case, I stopped half a mile down the road and got 3 Liters of water from a hot dog stand.