On the way into work this morning I needed gas, so pulled over to the rest stop on the highway. There are two gas stations at this stop, a Shell and a Mobil. The Shell is the first one you come to and their gas is always a penny cheaper per gallon then the Mobil- never understood this. Anyway, there are two gas islands there, each with two pumps. The one on the left was full- four cars, two on each side of the island, so I pulled to the one on the right which was otherwise empty. I pulled up to the first pump so someone could pull in and use the pump behind me. Stopped, rolled down my window, turned off the car, opened the flap for the filler nozzle, and waited. I could see the solitary attendant sitting on his chair at the other island. After a minute or two he realized he had another customer and sauntered over to my window. I reached my credit card out and said, “fill up with regular, please”.
He took my card and said, “pull up”. I started the car and put it in gear, but instead of stepping on the gas to pull up 2-3 feet, I waited a couple seconds until the transmission engaged and just released the brake enough to roll up a bit. All of this was taking much too long for the guy and the whole time he’s angrily shouting “PULLUP!!PULLUP!!PULLUP!!PULLUP!!”
I said, “Relax! I’m pulling up!”
He started bitching, “I need you to pull up, you pull up! You do it when I tell you! Why it’s taking you so long!?!?”
I yelled back, “I’m doing it! If you’re in such a hurry maybe you could have moved over here a little faster!”
“You don’t tell me what to do! I have other customers! I need you to pull up, you pull up!”
I replied, “Just pump the gas.”
He held my credit card at my open window and shouted, “I’m not your laborer- you don’t tell me what to do! I’m not your laborer!”
Looking at the card he was returning to me, I said, “You don’t want my business? You’re not gonna pump my gas? Fine, I’ll go next door.” And I took back my card. He kept shouting back “I’m not your laborer!”
As I pulled away I shouted back “Jackass!” and he gave me the finger.
I pulled over to the Mobil station and went through the same initial routine, through and including “fill up with regular, please.”
The attendant smiled, took my card, handed it back to me at the end and said “thank you”.
I think I’ll fork over the extra penny per gallon at Mobil from now on.