Minnesota Nice? Fuck That.
I was down to my last smoke, so I decided to stop at the Holiday station on my way home since I can get 2 packs of Parliment Lights for about a buck cheaper than at the YesMart. So, I park at one of the pumps, start to get out of my car and accidentally drop my cigarette. Well, I couldn't pick it up since it rolled under my car, so I just shrugged it off and started toward the door. Until I was stopped in my tracks by a gruff shout of "LADY! YOU JUST DROPPED THAT CIGARETTE AT THE PUMP!" And before I could call out that it was an accident, this overweight, heart-attack-waiting-to-happen, wannabe biker, piece of shit starts screaming at me that the station could blow up at any minute (completely false) and that I'm a dumb shit, etc. I was absolutely flummoxed. Seriously, even after I told him there was no need to swear at me in such a manner and that it was an accident, he continued to call me a dumb ass (good one).
So, I just turn on my heel, go inside, and buy my cigarettes. I told the two guys at the counter about how I was fucking scared of this dude and they say, "Oh, him, he's a regular, he won't hurt you." And I'm all like, "What is this, fucking Cheers?!?! He's fucking scary." So, as I'm handing my card over to pay, said douche lumbers in and decides he's not done teaching me a lesson and proceeds to yell at me all over again, call me a dumb shit at the top of his lungs, and that the world is not my ashtray (but apparently it's his buffet). Counter guys are fucking dumbstruck and I just want to get the hell out of there, pissed that my phone is dead so I can't call 911 on his ass.
So, I grab my receipt, thank him for his opinion of the intelligence of my ass, and get the hell out of there before he can follow me home and beat me like he probably beats his wife.
I cried all the way home and decided to not leave my house tonight.



























