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I just saw what may have been the dumbest thing I'll see all year. (Well, okay, probably not, but still.)
I was filling my cab's gas tank at a gas station that I use quite often. (Petrol, for you Brits.) On the next gas pump is a young (early 20's) couple. They're not gassing their car, they're talking, and the young man is outside of the car, leaning in the window, holding a small wad of cash in his hand. This last bit is important.
While my gas is pumping, some fat blowhard saunters over to them and announces loudly that he finds their manner suspicious, and since they're not pumping gas, and the man is holding that wad of cash, then they must be in the middle of a drug deal.
Of course, the man and woman argue with him, and it quickly boils down to:
* Blowhard: You must be doing something illegal, and I'm going to call the police.
* Couple: F*ck off.
Now, before anyone thinks that perhaps the blowhard works at this place, or perhaps owns it, let me add that I know the family that owns and runs the place, a very nice Indian family. They don't hire outside their family; every single employee is related either by blood or by marriage.
The young couple finally had enough of the blowhard and drove off, and of course the blowhard seemed to think he'd "won" somehow. The only things I could see that he'd managed to do was:
* piss off the young couple
* annoy everyone else present at the gas station
* drive off a potential sale, therefore hurting the nice family that owns the palce
Had I not been in my highly-visible and individually-numbered cab, I would've told the blowhard this:
What I actually did was to follow my own advice: I minded my own business and avoided eye contact with a man with an over-inflated sense of self-worth.
I was filling my cab's gas tank at a gas station that I use quite often. (Petrol, for you Brits.) On the next gas pump is a young (early 20's) couple. They're not gassing their car, they're talking, and the young man is outside of the car, leaning in the window, holding a small wad of cash in his hand. This last bit is important.
While my gas is pumping, some fat blowhard saunters over to them and announces loudly that he finds their manner suspicious, and since they're not pumping gas, and the man is holding that wad of cash, then they must be in the middle of a drug deal.
Of course, the man and woman argue with him, and it quickly boils down to:
* Blowhard: You must be doing something illegal, and I'm going to call the police.
* Couple: F*ck off.
Now, before anyone thinks that perhaps the blowhard works at this place, or perhaps owns it, let me add that I know the family that owns and runs the place, a very nice Indian family. They don't hire outside their family; every single employee is related either by blood or by marriage.
The young couple finally had enough of the blowhard and drove off, and of course the blowhard seemed to think he'd "won" somehow. The only things I could see that he'd managed to do was:
* piss off the young couple
* annoy everyone else present at the gas station
* drive off a potential sale, therefore hurting the nice family that owns the palce
Had I not been in my highly-visible and individually-numbered cab, I would've told the blowhard this:
That was the single dumbest thing you could possibly have done. If that was indeed a drug deal, you (and everyone else present) may well have died -- drug dealers do not like being exposed, and the last thing one would do would be to say to you, "Gee, you're right sir, I guess I'll turn myself in now."
Also, YOU DON'T WORK HERE AND YOU'RE NOT A COP!!! MIND YOUR OWN F*CKING BUSINESS!!!
Also, YOU DON'T WORK HERE AND YOU'RE NOT A COP!!! MIND YOUR OWN F*CKING BUSINESS!!!
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