Monday, November 21, 2011

My gas station attendant

I went into the gas station to get a big slushie and newspaper. The guy behind the counter was on the phone waiting on the 3 customers in front of me maintaining absolutely total non-eye contact disdain for interrupting him. When he handed me my receipt to sign, again, no eye contact & severely engrossed in his non-English ranting conversation in his virtual world, I started asking him questions if he was sure the amount was right. Then, I asked how much would it cost for a lottery ticket and how fresh were the pickled eggs. I think it was the first time someone flipped me off in another language with their eyes.

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