We stopped at a local gas station to fuel up the global warming machine. (It's been way too cold lately so we have been spending every waking moment driving around the block as fast as we can to try to warm things up.)
Anyway, I had burned off an entire tank of gas and needed to refuel, I'm standing there filling the truck and out comes this guy lit cigarette in his mouth and three packs of Salems in his hand. Walks up to his babes car (did I say lit cigarette in his mouth), pops the cap, sticks his face near the opening when he jams the nozzle in....with the lit cigarette in his mouth. The guy in the next line of pumps over is standing there open mouthed staring at this guy. The marlboro man says "How ya doin?"
Partway through filling the tank, the babe (I use the term loosly here) opens her door to ask how much he paid for the cigarettes. $4.31 a pack he said, she was incredulus! Almost apoplectic if she knew how to do that. She shut her door, and he turns to me and says, "I wanted to go to Turkey Hill to get cigarettes and gas, but women never listen when you tell them where you want to go...."
Well, we survived, although it would have been fun to see him do his impersonation of Richard Pryor. Excuse me sir, please hold still for the kids, they want to have just a few more 'smores, quit your whining. As he dashed off and ere he was out of sight I exclaimed, I guess she was hoping you would be done with your cigarette by the time she passed the Turkey Hill and got to the Hess. Good luck buddy, hope you don't kill anyone else but yourself and good night.
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