This was a weird day. I'm at the gas station. I almost never carry cash but I had a twenty in my pocket so I go inside and give it to the guy. I go pump my gas. Doesn't work. I knock on the window to where the guy is and point to the car. He does something on the register and gives me the thumbs up. I pump my gas. I'm not paying attention to the amount. There's no reason to. It should stop at twenty.
Suddenly the guy runs out and tells me to stop. It's at $27. I say "Oh look at that. Should've stopped at twenty right?" He tells me I owe him seven bucks. I tell him I don't have seven bucks and I don't owe him anything. He messed up. If he had asked nicely I probably would've gone inside and paid seven with my debit card. But he was being a douche.
He says to me "you're gonna give me seven bucks or we're gonna have a problem." Kinda took me by surprise. It's broad daylight. There are other cars and a bunch of people around. This is Queens New York on a sunny summer Sunday. Not exactly the middle of no where.
I chuckled and asked if he was serious. This kind of thing doesn't happen to me. In the middle of the day? People everywhere? And a little man a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter is threatening me. I put the pump back, close up my tank and get in the car.
He says "drive away and see what happens". I turn on the engine. He grabs the door handle. I ask what he's doing. He tells me I owe him seven dollars or we're gonna have problems. I pull on the door. He's pulling on the door. I let go of the door. The edge of it hits him squarely in the testicles and down he goes.
I get out of the car and ask if he's okay. He's down. Clutching. I say "you should get up man. You're gonna get run over". I get in my car and drive away. Strange day.
Suddenly the guy runs out and tells me to stop. It's at $27. I say "Oh look at that. Should've stopped at twenty right?" He tells me I owe him seven bucks. I tell him I don't have seven bucks and I don't owe him anything. He messed up. If he had asked nicely I probably would've gone inside and paid seven with my debit card. But he was being a douche.
He says to me "you're gonna give me seven bucks or we're gonna have a problem." Kinda took me by surprise. It's broad daylight. There are other cars and a bunch of people around. This is Queens New York on a sunny summer Sunday. Not exactly the middle of no where.
I chuckled and asked if he was serious. This kind of thing doesn't happen to me. In the middle of the day? People everywhere? And a little man a foot shorter and a hundred pounds lighter is threatening me. I put the pump back, close up my tank and get in the car.
He says "drive away and see what happens". I turn on the engine. He grabs the door handle. I ask what he's doing. He tells me I owe him seven dollars or we're gonna have problems. I pull on the door. He's pulling on the door. I let go of the door. The edge of it hits him squarely in the testicles and down he goes.
I get out of the car and ask if he's okay. He's down. Clutching. I say "you should get up man. You're gonna get run over". I get in my car and drive away. Strange day.