Friday, June 20, 2008

Patience Is A Virtue (Or So I Hear)

I fill my gas tank up every Thursday morning on my way to work. I am spontaneous like that. I love the thrill of shaking things up. OK, maybe not so much. Anyway, I stopped yesterday morning to fill my car up with gas on my way to work.


I got out and filled my car up, oblivious to the world around me. I just don't have it in me at 7:15 am to care what is going on in the world around me. So I fill my car up and get back in my car. I slide my card back into my wallet, then grab my Ipod. I wanted to untangle the earbuds and get it going before I got back out into traffic. See, I don't like to be distracted while I am driving. I realize that all it takes is a split second for an accident to happen. I really don't believe in too much multitasking while one is driving. If I need to check myself in the mirror, I do it at a red light. If I need to apply lip gloss, same thing, I wait until my vehicle comes to a complete stop. Did you know that if you talk or text while you are driving that you have the same reflexes as a drunk driver? Neither did I until recently. It's something to think about, but I won't preach.


So back to the story. I am getting myself situated in the car and I hear a horn beeping. I glance up and see that there is a car behind me waiting to use the gas pump......and they are honking at me to move. I was livid. Have I mentioned that I don't really happy my happy face on before 8 in the morning? I think I have a time or two. Honestly, it didn't take me THAT long to put away my card and get my Ipod ready. COULD YOU JUST GIVE ME A FEW MINUTES HERE!!!! My first instinct was to jump out of my car give that "b" a piece of my mind. How....freakin'......rude!!! I decided that exiting my vehicle and confronting the cow was not the most mature thing to do. All though, every.pore.in.my.entire.body...longed for confrontation.


As I started pulling away, I glanced around to see how busy the gas station was. To my unending fury, there were at least four gas pumps available. Yet that woman was behind me like that pump was the one shooting out gold nuggets or something. I can't believe she was honking at me.


Why is everyone in such an all-fired hurry I wonder? Is whatever you are trying to get to that important? Are you really in THAT big of a hurry to get to work? Frankly, I'm not.


While I am on my soapbox, don't you hate when you go through the drive-thru and they shove your money in your face and expect for you to just throw your money in the floorboard and move along? Can't we just have a moment to put our money away? Maybe I would like to count my change. It stands to reason that if my order is wrong consistently, that maybe my change is wrong too. I refuse to give in to this. I always calmly take my change and put it away, then move along.

Well enough ranting for now, I am off to plot world domination and to figure out how to bring down the oppressive management. While I'm at it, maybe I should just pour lemon juice into my eyes.


7 comments:

Mental P Mama said...

Sounds like my neck of the woods. I'm surprised anyone's horn even works any more...

Thanks for visiting--I am intrigued by your story, and very impressed with your determination. Keep on keeping on!

Above Average Joe said...

She probably was already late anyway and needed someone to blame.

Susiewearsthepants said...

AAJ-Sorry joe, had to abbreviate. You are probably right. But there were FOUR OTHER pumps available!

Godless Sunday said...

Some people are just really horny.
Just screw them.

I don't know about you but I rarely feel horny when I'm getting gas.

Susiewearsthepants said...

Godlesss-LOL, no I NEVER feel horny when I am getting gas!

Ms. Judy said...

OMG about that change thing! I KNOW! And especially at the grocery store. Drives me insane. And they pile the change up on top of the receipt and bills ... so unwieldy ... why can't they put the change in your palm and the paper on top so you can bend your hand/fingers without the change flying.

It makes my day when someone counts out change to me the old school way, starting at the cost of your purchase and adding the smallest to largest coins and then the paper, building up to match the denomination of the bill you gave them ... instead of just throwing the balance due at you. Of course, I've never seen anyone under sixty do that.

Thanks for letting me share your soapbox. Hope I didn't rush you too much to get down so I could get up there. Honk Honk!

Astarte said...

Oooh, my biggest pet peeve is how counter help will wait on the next person before whoever is actually at the counter has had time to move. I can't STAND that!!!! I make a big point of making whoever's at the counter wait until the person in front of me has had time to put their card away and move on, no matter how many times they huff 'NEXT!' or whatever. Seriously, it's not going to kill me to wait a minute. Argh.