So with the impending hurricane on the way, I got spooked into getting gas tonight instead of tomorrow (which was my plan). I knew the Shell station down the street was at $3.55/gallon…practically free right? So I headed there. It’s a tiny gas station. And anyone who knows me, KNOWS that I don’t like putting myself into situations that are uncomfortable. Having said that…
My tank is on the left hand side so I pulled into a space behind another car who was filling up. On the left side of my car – the pumps. On the right side – The Shell Store. Uh oh, I thought. This person will inevitably leave before me and then what? IF someone pulls into this spot, where will I go? Breathe Jen. You’ll be fine. There is barely anyone at this gas station anyway. Said car in front of me does leave.
As I’m finishing up and getting into my car, I barely got the key into my ignition when some pick up truck reminiscent of the Pizza Planet truck from Toy Story comes barreling in and starts to back up into the spot in front of me. So I”m like “well I’m going to beep. I’m just about to pull out.” Guy does nothing except back into the spot and then ignores me when he gets out. And I’m like “Excuse me, did you not hear me beeping, I was about to pull out.”
Sexist asshole: “Are you serious?”
Me: “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be? I was about to pull out.”
S.A.: Rudely and not looking at me: “You’re going to have to back up. Just back up.”
Me: “Why would I want to back up when I can just pull out? And five seconds ago I was doing just that before you blocked me in.”
S.A.: “Are you fucking serious? Just back up.”
Now he’s completely not even looking at me. Meanwhile some woman two pumps over starts saying “You should just back up. It’ll be quicker. That’s what I do.”
Me: “I’m sorry, who asked you for your opinion? For the record, it’s not about time. I have all day. It’s about ease and convenience.”
S.A.: Something something women drivers something something.
Me: “Ok well I don’t know who pissed in your Cheerios today but you don’t have to be a fucking asshole about it. I was just asking if I could pull out. I’m clearly not a fan of backing up and you’re making me feel like shit. I’ll just sit here until you pull out.” (Which I wish his daddy did a few decades ago.)
Now, Mr. Pizza Planet is actually Mr. www.propanetanks2you.com and when I got home I checked out their website. No where on there does it say they have friendly staff…so apparently they aren’t going for that angle. It really should be www.sexistassholesbringpropanetanks2you.com Also – do people really sit around and say “Oh shit I ran out of propane right this second during my Turkey Fry. Instead of my going to buy some myself, I think I’ll wait for some asshole to bring it to me.” Remind not to date a guy that relies on some slacker to bring him pr0pane. Also, remind me not to date guys that are complete sexist asshole that are rude to women at the gas stations. I didn’t know those existed, but just add them to the list.
After S.A. (and really, I wish I called him a cunt, cuz that’s what he was being) was done pumping gas into his pick up truck, he pulls out his orange travel gas can and starts filling that up. Are you fucking serious? I just shut my car off and wait. I’m emailing. I’m texting. I don’t give a shit. I have all day.
So if you’re looking for a propane delivery service, I would ask that you pick anyone else except PropaneTanks2You because, frankl,y that guy was being an ass right off the bat to me when I was just asking a simple question. “Can I pull out (like I was doing before you screeched in here like a frigging idiot) first?” I certainly don’t think I”m a diva or anything. But I really didn’t want to back up at a gas station, when pulling out is way easier. Sorry. Call me crazy.
I hate creepy sexist pigs. I really do.