Enough of the politics and race and ethnic cleansing for now. Let's talk about pointless stuff that annoys me.
Every now and then, when I get a little hungry or thirsty in the mornings, I will stop the local Hess gas station at the front of my complex. You know, get some juice or something like that. And most of the time, I am not carrying any cash due to my habit of making it rain. So I just have to roll with the debit, you know? Just call debs on this bitch. "Debit or credit?". Doesn't matter. Debs is fine.
And then, I try to get my pin number in before they say "pinnnn number". God damn it, lady, I get it. My finger is touching the damn pin number pad. I've done this a few times. I know that I am supposed to enter my pin number. This Hess is the only place I know that does this, and IT ANNOYS THE HELL OUT OF ME. I can never ever ever win this stupid game. "Pinnn number" (in my best Cuban accent). Do people really come in here, engage in debit transactions, and then really have no idea that they are to enter their pin number on the pad of numbers? But perhaps most important, why do I actually care? I need to develop a drug habit.
Oh...and I think that picture may be a few years old. Not sure why I get that feeling.
$1.61? When the hell was this picture taken?
Posted by: Vandelay | September 22, 2008 at 09:39 AM
I think it's in Venezuela.
Posted by: Newman | September 22, 2008 at 10:12 AM
$1.61? When the hell was this picture taken?
Sometime between 1996 and 2000? I keep looking for a "Dole/Kemp" sticker on one of the cars.
Posted by: Dr. Tim Whatley | September 22, 2008 at 09:23 PM