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The tourist season is picking up around here, and with it comes a flood of entitled jerks. The one I encountered at the gas station yesterday was one of the special ones.
Our cast:
Me: Myself and I.
EJ: Entitled Jerkwad - incidentally he looked about 4 - 5 years older than me.
EJF: EJ's friend, which clearly calls into question his intelligence and/or poor character judgment.
I pulled in, got gas, and was scrubbing some wiper/washer fluid resistant crud off my windshield with the scrubber/squeegee that the station provides between the gas pumps. As I was doing this, a couple of vehicles pulled up on either side of the pump behind me and the drivers were conversing. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to them until this happened:
EJ: *speaking to his friend* Do you need your windshield cleaned?
EJF: Yes, that would be nice.
EJ: You!
Me: ... *cleaning my windshield and really not paying attention*
EJ: You, boy! You need to wash my friend's windshield when you're done there.
Me: ... *thinking: you'd better not be talking to me like that*
EJ: You! Boy! In the black t-shirt!
Me: *
ORLY? He IS talking to me!* Call me 'boy' one more time and I'll come over there to shove this squeegee up your ass, you obnoxious prick.
EJ: Who do you think you are? I'm going to have you fired! Where's your manager?
Me: Not working today, but her name is Irene and her direct dial work phone number is 555-5555 if you want to leave a message. *I then chucked the squeegee back into the holder and drove off, with EJ just staring at me as I went.*
I'm waiting for my boss to arrive now to find out if the tool actually called her. I'm pretty sure that not cleaning someone's windshield on demand at the gas station will have no impact at all on my job as a corporate accountant / accounts payable supervisor.
Even if I did work for the gas station, calling me 'boy' is not going to get you what you want.
Our cast:
Me: Myself and I.
EJ: Entitled Jerkwad - incidentally he looked about 4 - 5 years older than me.
EJF: EJ's friend, which clearly calls into question his intelligence and/or poor character judgment.
I pulled in, got gas, and was scrubbing some wiper/washer fluid resistant crud off my windshield with the scrubber/squeegee that the station provides between the gas pumps. As I was doing this, a couple of vehicles pulled up on either side of the pump behind me and the drivers were conversing. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to them until this happened:
EJ: *speaking to his friend* Do you need your windshield cleaned?
EJF: Yes, that would be nice.
EJ: You!
Me: ... *cleaning my windshield and really not paying attention*
EJ: You, boy! You need to wash my friend's windshield when you're done there.
Me: ... *thinking: you'd better not be talking to me like that*
EJ: You! Boy! In the black t-shirt!
Me: *
ORLY? He IS talking to me!* Call me 'boy' one more time and I'll come over there to shove this squeegee up your ass, you obnoxious prick.EJ: Who do you think you are? I'm going to have you fired! Where's your manager?
Me: Not working today, but her name is Irene and her direct dial work phone number is 555-5555 if you want to leave a message. *I then chucked the squeegee back into the holder and drove off, with EJ just staring at me as I went.*
I'm waiting for my boss to arrive now to find out if the tool actually called her. I'm pretty sure that not cleaning someone's windshield on demand at the gas station will have no impact at all on my job as a corporate accountant / accounts payable supervisor.
Even if I did work for the gas station, calling me 'boy' is not going to get you what you want.
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