It started off as any ordinary gas getting adventure. I got gas, got back in the car and had to stuff my card back into my wallet which usually takes all of 1-2 seconds to do. I guess that wasn't fast enough for the person behind me.
Yeah, the friggin Betty Monster sees me look in my mirror and she goddamn waves to me to move!
Allow me to give you a bird's eye view of the gas station:
If she couldn't wait the five seconds for me to put away my wallet and start my car, I was going to give her something worthy of her impatience.
Ok, so I didn't give her the finger but I did give her that face.
I don't remember what I bought but in the two minutes I bumbled around inside, the Betty Monster never moved.So she received another bitter look as I bitterly ate my snack. If I was in her shoes, I could have circled the three other open pumps twice, put air in my tires and maybe recited the 50 states and their capitals.
You did that to yourself, Betty. You did that to yourself.
