Early this morning W and I went to the gas station to fill the car up with gas so that Mother would have a full tank for her errands. I pulled up next to the pump the same time a man in a shiny, short, red pick up pulled up to the other side of the pump. We both got out of our vehicles at the same time.
I was about to begin my pump transaction when I realized that his car was still running as he was about to begin to pump gas into it.
I leaned to the side to catch the man’s eye and said, “excuse me! Your car is still on!”
His response was, “shut the fuck up, bitch!”
My response, “um, ok. Just didn’t know if you knew.”
His response, “Yeah! I have a SUICIDE MISSION!!! HA HA HA HA HA!!”
He then walked over to the back of my car and saw that I had out of state car tags. He said, “Oh I guess in Florida they do it all different.”
I think his demeanor shifted slightly when he saw that W was in the backseat. I mean it was hard to tell. I was zinging what WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!
I just nodded my head and got in my car. I was scared to make a call for fear that he would think I was calling about him and I was scared to drive away although in hind sight I really should have done that. Because my biggest concern was the gas station blowing up concern.
He leaned against the bed of his truck and watched me watching him. It was so fucking creepy and weird.
As soon as he left I swiftly filled up our car with gas and then called Mom so I could purge the UGH situation from my brain.
But seriously- who fills up their car with the engine running and then who reacts that way to another human being at 8 in the morning?