I love not having to pump my own gas. Also I usually tip the attendants a buck or two at the gas station I fill up at. Get the windshield washed, free air. It's nice.
Of course not. We have staff for that sort of thing. I suppose next you'll ask if we wipe our own butts! We aren't animals, you know! barfo
I love it. Small amounts of gas will give people lung cancer but it was ok for the employees to breathe it all day.
I've had to give several Oregonians gas-pumping tutorials before in Vancouver. I was genuinely concerned for them.
I love not waiting for a baggy pants kids or a meth head to pump my gas. For fuck sake straighten that hat and tighten your belt above the ass, not below it!
A guy at the gas station I use had just gotten out of prison when he started working there. Kind of rough and awkward dude. We'd chat some when I'd stop in. He went back to school, got his GED, then whatever 2 year degree you need to be a drug counselor. Volunteered for a full year at a rehab center will working night shift at the gas station until he finally got hired on by them full time. It was cool talking to him over the years as he went on his journey. But sure, can't let someone who did drugs or dress like you do pump gas. I can see how that would scare you.
Personally, I love having someone else pump my gas. It's the ultimate in fantastic laziness. You think Bill Gates pumps his own gas? Puff Daddy? No and no. The old Oregon law allowed everyone to live like a baller for at least one small portion of the day. Would you rather masturbate or get a handjob? I'll take the HJ.
It depends. If I want the job done just right and as fast as possible I'll do it myself. Handjobs are like a breakfast restaurant, that's the one thing (meal) I can make better myself.
That rehabilitated drug addict. "Here's a dollar fiddy, id give you a twenty but i need it to wipe my ass later."
Yeah. I know a similar guy. Unshaven and unkempt dude but never once has had anything other than a good demeanor. I became friends with him when he was working at 7-11. He came up from Texas when he ran out of options there. Working at the gas station is basically his lifeblood. He slept at various rest stops while bunking with friends while he got back on his feet. He didn't bug anybody. Just wants to exist in a shitty world. But let's take his job away because the rest of the country thinks it's superfluous.
