Gas Station Madness. It was a small gas station with two islands and four pumps. Brad and I stopped at this gas station two consecutive mornings. No traffic. Easy to fuel up and get on the road. The third morning was borderline chaotic. There was a line of vehicles lined up at the pump and in the street. It was difficult to identify the vehicles that were finished fueling and trying to exit to the street. This is because a couple of vehicles tried to circle the pump island to stop on the desired side of the pump. After a brief observation, there was a vehicle clearly leaving the pump, giving me an opportunity to pull beside the pump. I began fueling. Brad was awaiting his opportunity. He zipped around a pickup truck further from the pumps that was stopped. We couldn’t identify the driver’s intentions. Brad began fueling at the pump in front of me. That pickup truck parked at the opposite side of the pump from me. The driver exited the vehicle and walked to the bed of the truck and began throwing things around. The alarms went off in my head. This driver was pissed at Brad for zipping around him. I looked at Brad and smiled. I gripped the handle of the fuel pump just in case the situation escalated. The man cursed to himself and was visibly heated but did not make any advance toward Brad or me.
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