Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Old Person at a Gas Pump

-Old Person comes to a stop near a gas pump and gets out of car, takes about 5 minutes getting to the pump, the following conversation takes place in this old person's head-

-old person looks at pump trying to decipher the computer language of letters and numbers known as english and....uh numbers respectively-

OP- "The hell is going on here........pay inside, well I do not want to do that I want to use my card." OP just inserts card the wrong way without even pressing a button to choose the method of payment "I...this...does not make sense I put my card in.....pay outside....oww I want to do that."presses pay outside button, then proceeds to insert card the wrong way again"Why is this not working I pressed the button I have the pump in my car and it should pump gas now." Beep, beep, beep "Insert card.....no, I already inserted my fucking card....oh a picture, maybe I did it wrong." By now about twenty people have successfully pumped gas and left the gas station with little to no resistance from the gas pump "Oh I got it now, I want regular." Presses regular button since it is the size of your fist and then proceeds to grab the gold handle under the E-85 button instead of the black handle under the button he just fucking pressed "This does not make any sense....I am doing it right and this pump will not give me any fucking gas, why does everything have to be so god damn complicated. I insert my card I get fucking gas that should be all this is an outrage! I am doing everything right!" OP goes inside to tell the attendant that the pump does not work "Hey....pump 7 does not work!" OP ignores that the attendant is currently helping someone since being old allows you the freedom to do as you fucking want

Attendant- "Are you using the right handle, gold for E-85, black for everything else."

OP- Clearly unaware of what happened about 4 seconds ago the OP just blurts out "Yes!"

Attendant- "I will be right out."

OP- Walks back to car angrily knowing that he is right and this travesty will be corrected probably by the much younger attendant bowing and telling the OP his generation's music is much better "I did everything right I put my card in I....."

Attendant-"Yeah you were using the wrong handle."

OP- Looks at handle and realizes that it is in fact gold "Thank you." Drives away realizing his mind is slowly vanishing