Sunday, August 03, 2008

A First

One of the things I enjoy about the part of the country in which I live is that everyone is fairly laid back about most things and also relatively courteous. That is probably an overstatement, but when you live in a very small town, you know who the discourteous people are and either avoid them or accept their behavior as an eccentricity.

There is an even smaller town nearby that has really good prices on gasoline, probably because the owner of most of the convenience stores in a two-state area considers it his home and sells cheap--I'm not sure. We were going through there last weekend and filled up for $3.62. We were through there again yesterday and decided to top off our tank from the week before with gas that was $3.75. There was a line of sorts, so we picked the shortest one--a car and a pickup were in front of us. We were third. We dutifully turned off the ignition, rolled down our windows, and waited patiently for our turn. As soon as the pickup pulled ahead, we drove up to the pump. A woman had driven in from the other direction after we got in line, but she was much further back than we were. No one was in line behind us, so she could get in line there, but evidently that did not satisfy her. While my DH was out on the driver's side of the car getting the gas, she pulled up by my side on the way to get in line and began shouting. Isn't it amazing how inarticulate human beings can be when they are in a rage? I only understood the shaking fist and the f-word--everything else was garbled. We got our 8 gallons or so and drove away, but I still felt I had lost something. The week before, everyone in line had been laughing and joking because they were happy about the price.

2 comments:

LizzieK8 said...

What was her problem? Did she think you cut in front of her or something? I don't get it....

Knittinreed said...

She may have been under the infuence of something, or maybe just hot and frustrated from some previous event. Too bad.