I officially abhor and boycott this gas station. The late night attendant is an inconsiderate and unwise employee of Arco, with no sympathy at all. I may even go so far as to even Yelp about my experience there tonight.
I had just gotten into my car after seeing Hellboy 2 with my friend Brad. As soon as I started driving, and overwhelming pressure took over my being. Yes, I had to drop the proverbial deuce. I called Brad to see if I could use his bathroom, but alas I could not. I was in unfamiliar territory, and started to panic when I kept getting turned around in his neighborhood. I finally made my way to a main drag to find porcelain salvation.
And there it was! Eureka! Heaven emblazoned with a sign which read "Open 24 Hours"! When the 4 wheeled machines imbibe fuel! Yes my friends, I came upon an Arco. In my rushed joy to find relief, I entered the premises. I asked the attendant if I they had a bathroom I could use, to which he spouted off in broken english about how he was cleaning the floor and what not. I apologized, but asked if he had a bathroom. He said no, and I walked outside with desperation in my lungs. It was either them, or it was me at this point. I found an AC unit with bushes around it to do my business. A dirty deed it was, like shooting brownie mix out of a shotgun. I then departed home.
I do not endorse stealing from this place, but I wholeheartedly endorse making a mess in this establishment. Had he let me use their bathroom, which all gas stations have for public use, he would have had to mop up only an extra few feet. If he didn't want anyone inside the store, he should have locked the front doors. Now he has to clean up after my fecal disaster behind his AC unit, which I'm sure will take longer than mopping a floor. Hope your cold air smells like shit tomorrow, dickbag.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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