I went back to the Gas Station of Frustration and Despair today out of pure desperation; my truck was running low on fuel, and rather than drive aimlessly looking for a gas station, I decided my best bet would be to go to the one down the road. Though the gas station was still crowded, I was able to get an empty pump without a problem.
There was a rather uppity woman at the pump next to mine, refueling her truck while chattering loudly on her cell phone about her relationship problems. It would be so nice if they could just talk about things for CLOSURE, YOU KNOW? I leaned against my rental truck, trying to ignore her.
As I waited, I heard a loud-pitched, mewing sound. Turning around, I saw a woman walking through the parking lot, an adorable calico kitten in each arm. She approached the uppity woman. ”Do you want a kitten?” she asked brightly.
The uppity woman recoiled as if she’d just been offered meth. ”I don’t need any of those,” she snapped, getting into her car and hurriedly driving away.
The woman approached me next, holding out a kitten. ”Do you want one?” she asked. I smiled and said no thank you. The woman, undeterred, continued offering kittens to each of the gas station customers. Each customer declined her offer politely.
The woman returned to her car, still cradling the kittens. I watched, amused, as the car sped away.