Holy fucking shit, dudes! The decision has been made for me today. Today I become a fucking shut in. Seriously. Today I was verbally assaulted at the Holiday Station by a raving fucking lunatic in cargo shorts.
I was down to my last smoke, so I decided to stop at the Holiday station on my way home since I can get 2 packs of Parliment Lights for about a buck cheaper than at the YesMart. So, I park at one of the pumps, start to get out of my car and accidentally drop my cigarette. Well, I couldn't pick it up since it rolled under my car, so I just shrugged it off and started toward the door. Until I was stopped in my tracks by a gruff shout of "LADY! YOU JUST DROPPED THAT CIGARETTE AT THE PUMP!" And before I could call out that it was an accident, this overweight, heart-attack-waiting-to-happen, wannabe biker, piece of shit starts screaming at me that the station could blow up at any minute (completely false) and that I'm a dumb shit, etc. I was absolutely flummoxed. Seriously, even after I told him there was no need to swear at me in such a manner and that it was an accident, he continued to call me a dumb ass (good one).
So, I just turn on my heel, go inside, and buy my cigarettes. I told the two guys at the counter about how I was fucking scared of this dude and they say, "Oh, him, he's a regular, he won't hurt you." And I'm all like, "What is this, fucking Cheers?!?! He's fucking scary." So, as I'm handing my card over to pay, said douche lumbers in and decides he's not done teaching me a lesson and proceeds to yell at me all over again, call me a dumb shit at the top of his lungs, and that the world is not my ashtray (but apparently it's his buffet). Counter guys are fucking dumbstruck and I just want to get the hell out of there, pissed that my phone is dead so I can't call 911 on his ass.
So, I grab my receipt, thank him for his opinion of the intelligence of my ass, and get the hell out of there before he can follow me home and beat me like he probably beats his wife.
I cried all the way home and decided to not leave my house tonight.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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I'm sorry to hear about your experience. That's just horrible and and outrageous. It amazes me how callous and down-right mean people can be.
Alie, I get a discount of 25% on pepper spray, stun guns and tasers at Bills. Just sayin'.
He was probably worried that if he blew up, he wouldn't be able to get his dinner. Oy - how scary and odd. Doh!
I was just in the old smoking thread at MNSpeak.
A heads up, no one really goes to the Top Hat any more. New management worse (who would have thought that). We (well the people I drink with) go down the street to TJ's (TommyJacks).
alie, what have i said about carrying a knife with you.
if this was me, the first time he yelled at me, i would have turned around, got my knife out of my purse, turn around again and yell at him that i will cut his balls off and hang them from my front mirror if he ever thinks of talking to me that way again. i would then start walking towards him while looking crazy, which is easy while carrying a knife. trust me. works every time!
mother fucker. i wish i could kick his ass now.
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