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Originally Posted by MysticBlue
The thing about living in Oregon, you can't pump your own gas. I always get out and open my cover and gas cap myself and hang around to finish it up, so I always get the opportunity to interact with a pump jockey, always guaranteeing at least one stupid remark. Usually starts with how much did you pay for it, or how fast will it go. Or "My cousin Daryl has one of these that he takes to the drag strip. It's pretty fast, but my other cousin Daryl has a Mustang that's way faster." OK, whatever. Whenever I travel out of state, it's actually a huge relief to pump my own gas.
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And you say, "F**K, I should have bought a Mustang! You're right!"