Carpus Maximus

I was standing at the gas pump at 7-Eleven just now, noticing my transaction was only up to about $3 when I’d been standing there for about as many minutes. An old man staggered out of the store and walked toward his car, looking at me rather suspiciously, as if to want to ask something. I said to him, “Did you find the pump was really slow?”

Suddenly, gas station chaos ensued. Voices from behind every pump started cursing the crawling rate of gasoline flow.

“It was just creeping along…”
“Fuck! It’s way too slow!”
“I’ll be here ’til Sweet Ruby Tuesday waiting for this one to fill up!”
“Jesus Christ! Once I get to $10, I’m leaving!”
And from me: “Well, $9 should be enough to get me home.”

Thank god it wasn’t just me. For a brief moment in time I was beginning to question my gas-pumping abilities.

Just goes to show. It only takes one a-hole.

About Nikki

I've been writing since I was in kindergarten where I Crayola-markered an epic tale of a tiger and a balloon on a stack of lined papers folded into a booklet and stapled along the edge (carefully, and by my teacher). I love DIY, sewing, folksy music, animals and getting out to look at and listen to nature.
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