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Well heres the story. I had already been having a miserable day few days at work. Ended up staying 3 hours late on monday because my shop is completely fucked right now. Decided to stop and get some gas on the way home. So the pump kinda sucks and is going slow, I stop at $10. Then the african attendant comes out to tell me that some dude accidentally paid for gas on my pump, so I had to go inside and waste my time correcting it. So this hadji is all like "oh im so sorry, its my fault". No fucking shit its your fault. Who's else could it possibly be? Not mine, not the attendant. Its the fault of you, the fuck head who cant tell the difference between a 1 and 3. Someone who obviously cant count or read. Then, this bitch african behind the register starts to give me shit about the system taking a long time. meanwhile hadji is still rambling on overly apologetic. I was about ready to beat him to death with a pack of gum from the impulse buying rack. I had to walk away to the back of the store while the computer processed it all. Walked back up front. "give me my receipt." Looked at the hadji who was standing there "get the fuck out of my way". Then I left. Any other day and it wouldnt have been a big deal at all. But sweet fuck I was already at an 11 out of 10 on the rage-o-meter. And that incident almost threw me into a murdering rampage. It was basically a scene from the movie Falling Down
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