She has somewhat sad green eyes... a somewhat overwhelmed look.......
Why she has been around for 40 years.......
I asked for 10.00 worth.... asked her how she was doing.. and she said fine sir..
I mumbled to myself you've seen me around for 40 years and call me Sir...?
I fumbled to get the keys and remove the locked gas cap.. the fuel door held shut with some blue gum.
I put the nozzle in... and pressed the 87 Octane button.. WTF.......... click click click... No Gas... I pulled myself together to go back inside now and see WHY..........
I donned my crappy dirty mask again and went back in...
As I came in the door.. she said... 'YOU waited to long to begin pumping'
She reset the button and I said... 'Shall I run' ?
The Says the Hell who gasoline? How long I should take to pump?
Imagine I've waited to long..................... why I am soooooooo Sorry...
Who sets the pace and why?
and the preferring of: not to participate in game plan... upon whose authority anyway?