to the asshole on the street...
so today i did a kinda foolish thing. i ran out of gas. i knew i was getting low, but decided to push it, i was a few blocks from the gas station, which is in turn a few blocks from my house, i was almost there man. but still i should have stopped and got gas sooner, i knew this, but i didn't adhere to the voice in my head and i said "let's push it a little, test the limits of the van." and now i know. well anyways i was on the street and i see this guy walking by. here is my thought process "here is this guy walking, maybe he is parked somewhere around here and walking to a destination, or to his car, or maybe he lives around here." mind you i am on the side of an off ramp, i don't have a cell phone and i know my problem, i need gas. so I ask this guy in a very polite way "excuse me sir do you have a gas can?" obviously the guy didn't have one on him, i knew this, he knew this, instead of answering me in a rational way he begins to insult me call me a bigger fucking idiot than he thought possible, i am a retard etc... now i can understand his point, but again i thought he may have lived near by... instead of telling him to go fuck himself and die i simply said "you have a great night sir" i feel i won some small moral victory, but now in hind site i realize i should have have problem been an asshole right back, told him i hope he dies alone, or worse yet surrounded by real idiots. Fuck that ass hole, i do hope you die a slow painful death and i hope you die alone.
to the saint on the street...
a little while later (a few minutes) a car drives by and it is a teller from a bank i frequent, he takes me to the gas station, drives me back to my car, it still doesn't start. takes me back to the gas station buy me a gallon of gas and drives me back to my car, it didn't immediatly start so he offered to give me a ride home i tried one more time and it started. i will never leave Wells Fargo, some people may have a problem with them, but with tellers that recognize their customers on the street and that kind of friendliness i have to say i love them to death.... except for the crazy interest that keeps piling up on my credit card debt... but i caused that.
so asshole, fuck you you crochety ass old man, i hope you fucking die
saint, thanks a million bro, i will buy you a beer or two soon
to me now i know that when the needle is on empty in the van i should get gas asap.
so today i did a kinda foolish thing. i ran out of gas. i knew i was getting low, but decided to push it, i was a few blocks from the gas station, which is in turn a few blocks from my house, i was almost there man. but still i should have stopped and got gas sooner, i knew this, but i didn't adhere to the voice in my head and i said "let's push it a little, test the limits of the van." and now i know. well anyways i was on the street and i see this guy walking by. here is my thought process "here is this guy walking, maybe he is parked somewhere around here and walking to a destination, or to his car, or maybe he lives around here." mind you i am on the side of an off ramp, i don't have a cell phone and i know my problem, i need gas. so I ask this guy in a very polite way "excuse me sir do you have a gas can?" obviously the guy didn't have one on him, i knew this, he knew this, instead of answering me in a rational way he begins to insult me call me a bigger fucking idiot than he thought possible, i am a retard etc... now i can understand his point, but again i thought he may have lived near by... instead of telling him to go fuck himself and die i simply said "you have a great night sir" i feel i won some small moral victory, but now in hind site i realize i should have have problem been an asshole right back, told him i hope he dies alone, or worse yet surrounded by real idiots. Fuck that ass hole, i do hope you die a slow painful death and i hope you die alone.
to the saint on the street...
a little while later (a few minutes) a car drives by and it is a teller from a bank i frequent, he takes me to the gas station, drives me back to my car, it still doesn't start. takes me back to the gas station buy me a gallon of gas and drives me back to my car, it didn't immediatly start so he offered to give me a ride home i tried one more time and it started. i will never leave Wells Fargo, some people may have a problem with them, but with tellers that recognize their customers on the street and that kind of friendliness i have to say i love them to death.... except for the crazy interest that keeps piling up on my credit card debt... but i caused that.
so asshole, fuck you you crochety ass old man, i hope you fucking die
saint, thanks a million bro, i will buy you a beer or two soon
to me now i know that when the needle is on empty in the van i should get gas asap.
