I'm wandering around filling up the windshield washer buckets (with the squeegees at every pump) with that blue washer stuff. I have my uniform hat on, my uniform shirt on, and a reflective vest that just so happens to have my company logo emblazoned across the back of it.
SC happens to be waiting behind a car in order to pump gas. I don't know why you would do this. My station has over a dozen pumps. There are so many pumps that in five years I've NEVER SEEN THEM ALL FULL. Why the hell would you ever WAIT FOR ONE?
So I go around to that pump and start filling the windshield stuff. SC decides to PISS ME THE HELL OFF by honking his horn twice. Now that's loud when you're right next to the front of a car and not inside a car yourself so I jump a little and look over at him with what must be the most "wtf are you f-ing doing you little rat-turd" expression and he makes a "move your car" gesture.
I put down the containers I'm holding and put out my hands with a look on my face that's like, "NOT MY CAR, FUCKASS." And then I pick up my containers, spin my back to face him and walk right back inside the store while the REAL driver to that car moseys on out and moves.
When he came inside the store he didn't bother to apologize to me and I didn't bother to tell him he was a rude little rat-turd. Mostly because his kid was there. >:[ Really? WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?
SC happens to be waiting behind a car in order to pump gas. I don't know why you would do this. My station has over a dozen pumps. There are so many pumps that in five years I've NEVER SEEN THEM ALL FULL. Why the hell would you ever WAIT FOR ONE?
So I go around to that pump and start filling the windshield stuff. SC decides to PISS ME THE HELL OFF by honking his horn twice. Now that's loud when you're right next to the front of a car and not inside a car yourself so I jump a little and look over at him with what must be the most "wtf are you f-ing doing you little rat-turd" expression and he makes a "move your car" gesture.
I put down the containers I'm holding and put out my hands with a look on my face that's like, "NOT MY CAR, FUCKASS." And then I pick up my containers, spin my back to face him and walk right back inside the store while the REAL driver to that car moseys on out and moves.
When he came inside the store he didn't bother to apologize to me and I didn't bother to tell him he was a rude little rat-turd. Mostly because his kid was there. >:[ Really? WHO THE HELL DOES THAT?
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