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For those of you not in the know, Atlanta is currently undergoing a gas shortage. Prices are being artificially held at $4.09/gallon. Many stations have run out of gasoline. The remainder are experiencing lines 3-5 cars deep at the pump.
Having an uncle in Colonial Pipeline, I've been told the gas issue will be lasting into next week. Thus, today found me approaching a Kroger fuel station by my parent's house to fill up my half-tank. As I'm pulling into line, I see this Cherokee (hereby referred as to as SC) parked, back facing the pump, some 10-12 feet away from the line of the pump I'm going to. SC is a rather thin (not in a good way), dyed-blonde, large sunglasses-wearing woman. Diagram clarifies position:
} <--------pump
} []
} [] <-------cars
.. []
...... [] <---------SC
Seeing as SC is a) not in line, b) facing the other direction, c) over a car length away and d) yapping unconcernedly on her cellphone, I assumed she was simply parked in an awkward spot and yapping away. So, I whipped around her and got in line behind Car #3.
After about 2-3 minutes of waiting, SC lady gets out of her car and taps on my window, sour expression on her face.
SC: Excuse me, but I was in line.
Me: Oh, really? I'm sorry, but I wasn't aware of that. Aren't you facing the wrong direction?
SC: I'm backing up to the pump. I prefer it that way.
Me: Ah. I see. Is there any reason why you weren't backed up to the line itself or in another line that faces your gas tank?
SC: *makes cat-butt face*
SC: You need to move. Now.
At this point, my stubborness sets in.
Me: No, I don't think I'll be doing that.
SC: You. Need. To. MOVE.
Me: No ma'am. Lines are the way they are for a reason. You weren't pulled up and you didn't give any indication that you were going to move. I think I'll stay where I am.
SC: I'll get the manager!
Me: You do that.
SC: I'll stand in front of you so you can't move and get gas!
Me: Ok. No problem. You do that.
At this point I roll up my window. I turn off my car. I then relax and watch the fireworks. She goes and stands in front of my car, arms crossed. The manager was out at the fuel station, directing traffic on the other side. Every so often she'd try to wave him over. He ignored SC.
Eventually, the cars in front of me have all gotten their gas and left. SC screams at her Cherokee and gets her kid (about 10-11 years old) to stand in front of my car while she wrestles her vehicle in position. There are now 3 cars behind me; one of them honks their horn and she gives the finger.
As SC gets into position, she turns off her car and motions her kid back over. I pull up to be next in line; the cars behind me follow. Suddenly, she gets a call on her cell phone. So what does she do? Pull it out and sit at the wheel of her car, yapping away.
A full minute passes.
5 car horns beep in unison.
The manager comes over to her window. "Ma'am, you need to get your gas and go. People are waiting and you're holding people up. "
SC argues with him.
Manager mentions calling the cops.
SC pouts, hangs up phone, and gets her gas.
After getting her gas, she gets back in her SUV of Doom. Me, I'm about 2 feet from her bumper and the cars behind me are also similarily close to me. She backed up to the pump and so must back out of the pump further.
She gives it a big vroom.
She backs into a car waiting in another line. Glass tinkles.
Thankfully, SC has moved enough for me to get gas. I move up, get gas, and leave while she's still arguing with the guy she hit about how he was not supposed to be there and all.
Time expended: 35 minutes
Having an uncle in Colonial Pipeline, I've been told the gas issue will be lasting into next week. Thus, today found me approaching a Kroger fuel station by my parent's house to fill up my half-tank. As I'm pulling into line, I see this Cherokee (hereby referred as to as SC) parked, back facing the pump, some 10-12 feet away from the line of the pump I'm going to. SC is a rather thin (not in a good way), dyed-blonde, large sunglasses-wearing woman. Diagram clarifies position:
} <--------pump
} []
} [] <-------cars
.. []
...... [] <---------SC
Seeing as SC is a) not in line, b) facing the other direction, c) over a car length away and d) yapping unconcernedly on her cellphone, I assumed she was simply parked in an awkward spot and yapping away. So, I whipped around her and got in line behind Car #3.
After about 2-3 minutes of waiting, SC lady gets out of her car and taps on my window, sour expression on her face.
SC: Excuse me, but I was in line.
Me: Oh, really? I'm sorry, but I wasn't aware of that. Aren't you facing the wrong direction?
SC: I'm backing up to the pump. I prefer it that way.
Me: Ah. I see. Is there any reason why you weren't backed up to the line itself or in another line that faces your gas tank?
SC: *makes cat-butt face*
SC: You need to move. Now.
At this point, my stubborness sets in.
Me: No, I don't think I'll be doing that.
SC: You. Need. To. MOVE.
Me: No ma'am. Lines are the way they are for a reason. You weren't pulled up and you didn't give any indication that you were going to move. I think I'll stay where I am.
SC: I'll get the manager!
Me: You do that.
SC: I'll stand in front of you so you can't move and get gas!
Me: Ok. No problem. You do that.
At this point I roll up my window. I turn off my car. I then relax and watch the fireworks. She goes and stands in front of my car, arms crossed. The manager was out at the fuel station, directing traffic on the other side. Every so often she'd try to wave him over. He ignored SC.
Eventually, the cars in front of me have all gotten their gas and left. SC screams at her Cherokee and gets her kid (about 10-11 years old) to stand in front of my car while she wrestles her vehicle in position. There are now 3 cars behind me; one of them honks their horn and she gives the finger.
As SC gets into position, she turns off her car and motions her kid back over. I pull up to be next in line; the cars behind me follow. Suddenly, she gets a call on her cell phone. So what does she do? Pull it out and sit at the wheel of her car, yapping away.
A full minute passes.
5 car horns beep in unison.
The manager comes over to her window. "Ma'am, you need to get your gas and go. People are waiting and you're holding people up. "
SC argues with him.
Manager mentions calling the cops.
SC pouts, hangs up phone, and gets her gas.
After getting her gas, she gets back in her SUV of Doom. Me, I'm about 2 feet from her bumper and the cars behind me are also similarily close to me. She backed up to the pump and so must back out of the pump further.
She gives it a big vroom.
She backs into a car waiting in another line. Glass tinkles.
Thankfully, SC has moved enough for me to get gas. I move up, get gas, and leave while she's still arguing with the guy she hit about how he was not supposed to be there and all.
Time expended: 35 minutes
)
And to think she's BRED. 
Holy crap!
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