[Burnin' oil]

I was at a really busy out-of-town gas station this summer. I waited for five minutes for a Dawson's Creek couple to finish pumping their gas, stroll into the mini-mart, buy some junk, stroll back to their car, etc. In the meantime, a tunnel rammed '70 Camaro entered the station opposite from me just as the kids pulled away. As I started forward, he gunned it and took my spot. I pulled up as close to his bumper as I could and got out. As polite as could be I told him that I had been waiting for five minutes for the pump. His response was "so." I told him I thought it was kind of rude and he said "what do you want to do about it?" I leaned in close and said something pretty vile and as he brought his hands up, in what appeared to be an aggresive manner, I punched him in the throat and he dropped to his knees making choking sounds. Some of the people watching clapped. I gave my card to the manager and left, with the jerk still on his knees.

Ot at least, that's how I remember it going down.