A Story fitting of Thursday.

Who's wearing their green today? THis creep was: (vehicle pictured is just a doppelganger)

At f-ing seven fifteen in the morning, I pull into a huge cheapo gas station (bargeway or something. $2.7799/83 octane) to fill my tank. There are two double sided banks of pumps, and I start to pull in nose-to-nose with this jacked up eighties bronco (think monster truck), and he starts to move forward. So, I assume he's finished pumping gas, and is pulling awway, so I sort of back up, and politely choose the other bank of pumps. Well, apparently he was just moving forward to better align himself with the nozzle, and proceeds to park and climb out and leer at me. I calmly avoid looking at him, and put myself behind the gas pump, out of his view.

While I'm headign in to get coffee, he makes some not-creepy-if-he-were'nt-creepo remark like "you're cute" as I rush past his gigantic white truck. Inside, I take my time getting coffee, picking a muffin, paying, listening to the staff gossip, chatting with the cashier, and as I finally head out, I see he's moved his vehicle to the opposide side of my gas pump. Fuck. Less than ten feet away from my car.

I rush around and take the nozzle out, push "no reciept" and try to get quickly into my car, and he's all, "what's your name, comeon, lets go out" while leaning acned crewcut out of his window fifteen feet off the ground shouting increasingly louder and angrier and when I don't respond (though I should have at least said "it's seven thirty in the morning, leave me the fuck alone, dude.") he angrily jeers "fine then, be a bitch" and squeals off. What?!! how does your being an intrusive dick lick reflect on my character or behavior?!!!!! eeew