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 Nik

Writer, occasional photographer, common street juggler. I enjoy cooking, crafting, a clean house, animals, and senses of humour. Oh yeah and being the mom of my boy John.
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