Michael Barbaro

That kind of hurts.

Serious Little Debbie stuff, of course.

Yeah, right there, right in front, staring at me across the way all day, whispering my name.

What's up, Rick?

Mr. Lee.

Yeah, after eight years, almost nine years this July, it'll be nine years, I got a lot of regulars that come in here.

This gas station in particular, he bought right around the time my sister was born, I believe.

Seems to be a trend.

He has a kid, he has a gas station.

He has a kid, he has a gas station.

I don't know.

He always goes back to the show, Everybody Loves Raymond.

That's his name, Raymond.

So even growing up as a kid, we couldn't go out to eat without running into somebody that he knew from one of the stores.

A waiter, somebody in the back cooking our food in the kitchen, somebody waiting in line for their coffee.

He knows everybody.

And it went beyond just knowing everybody.

I didn't know the extent of my dad's impact on some of these customers until I started working here.

When someone would come in here and tell me, like, you know, your dad, like,

I was—my power was off.