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I used to have a 62 chevy impala convertible. One day a gang of us were driving down to newport beach.
I was low on gas so pulled off the freeway. We ran out about 25 yards to the station.

We all jumped out and pushed this beast into the station and up to the pump. The whole time the attendant was sitting in a lawn chair and watching. That's fine it is not his job to help push.

Anyways I filled up the car and looked at him to come get the money. He still sat there and wouldn't move his lazy ass.
I waited a second and realized this was a game, he wanted me to come to him.
I got back in the car and drove away. He sure got up that time.
But it was too late.

Another time we were coming back from Vegas in the Porsche.. While the gas is pumping itself I am standing a few feet back smoking a cigarette. ( My wife doesn't let me smoke in my own car).

Anyways some jackoff in an SUV about three stations over starts yelling. "Hey Genius, really smart to be smoking in a gas station". I just look and ignore him, still smoking of course. My wife jumps out of the car and starts screaming, " Hey mother Fer, mind your own f-in business before I come over there and kick your ass".
I was in hysterics. My wife is about 5'5 120lbs.

This guy with his family took off so fast.
Had to give her props on that one.


Anyways. Gas stations are an interesting place.
Nobody wants to be there, but everyone has to go.