We just got back from a little trip, and on the way home we stopped at a very busy gas station to fill up. (My husband used this spiffy website to find the cheapest gas along our route, but the price is probably why the crowd.)
We got in line at a pump where there was a little car at the first pump, and a guy in a big SUV at the second, then a guy in a truck, then us. And we waited. The lines around us moved forward, ours didn't. (Isn't that always the way it goes?) But after a while it stopped being just an example of Murphy's Law and started getting ridiculous. We'd been there easily fifteen minutes, and the cars in front of us couldn't possibly still be filling up! Then somebody got out of the SUV, and said something to the truck behind them, and the truck turned and pulled out of the way, so the SUV could back up. Turns out he was done filling, and the little car in front of him was too, but the driver had gone INSIDE and hadn't come out again! So he was blocking the pump, and blocking everybody else too! And it's not like he dashed in to pay for the gas real quick, he'd been in there much, much longer than that. I kind of thought it was both common courtesy and common sense that if it's busy you pull forward into the parking spaces in order to pay, pee, buy snacks, or whatever, but as they say, common courtesy and common sense both seem awfully uncommon these days...
My husband started muttering things about how the driver of said car was a dick. Who does that, seriously? So eventually we got to the second pump, and the dick's car was STILL THERE at the first one. The gas station attendant told us they'd paged the guy inside a couple of times, but there was no sign of him. We started discussing the possibility of my husband, with his nice, big Land Cruiser, pushing the guy's little car out of the way! I think we were all half-serious about it, because this was getting ridiculous. Finally, when we were just about done filling, the guy comes strolling out. No rush here, he's not in aaaaaany hurry at all.
My husband rolled down his window, leaned out, and shouted "You are a DICK! Pull forward next time!" at the guy.
I don't think I've ever seen anybody look so shocked. He gaped at my husband, then got in the car and zoomed out of there without a word. I don't think I ever could have said it, but bravo to my husband for saying what every other person in the station was thinking!
We got in line at a pump where there was a little car at the first pump, and a guy in a big SUV at the second, then a guy in a truck, then us. And we waited. The lines around us moved forward, ours didn't. (Isn't that always the way it goes?) But after a while it stopped being just an example of Murphy's Law and started getting ridiculous. We'd been there easily fifteen minutes, and the cars in front of us couldn't possibly still be filling up! Then somebody got out of the SUV, and said something to the truck behind them, and the truck turned and pulled out of the way, so the SUV could back up. Turns out he was done filling, and the little car in front of him was too, but the driver had gone INSIDE and hadn't come out again! So he was blocking the pump, and blocking everybody else too! And it's not like he dashed in to pay for the gas real quick, he'd been in there much, much longer than that. I kind of thought it was both common courtesy and common sense that if it's busy you pull forward into the parking spaces in order to pay, pee, buy snacks, or whatever, but as they say, common courtesy and common sense both seem awfully uncommon these days...
My husband started muttering things about how the driver of said car was a dick. Who does that, seriously? So eventually we got to the second pump, and the dick's car was STILL THERE at the first one. The gas station attendant told us they'd paged the guy inside a couple of times, but there was no sign of him. We started discussing the possibility of my husband, with his nice, big Land Cruiser, pushing the guy's little car out of the way! I think we were all half-serious about it, because this was getting ridiculous. Finally, when we were just about done filling, the guy comes strolling out. No rush here, he's not in aaaaaany hurry at all.
My husband rolled down his window, leaned out, and shouted "You are a DICK! Pull forward next time!" at the guy.
I don't think I've ever seen anybody look so shocked. He gaped at my husband, then got in the car and zoomed out of there without a word. I don't think I ever could have said it, but bravo to my husband for saying what every other person in the station was thinking!
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