Going to the gas station

This is always an adventure for me. Something interesting always happens even if I'm the only person there. The recent arrival behind the counter always greets me with a grimace. He knows what I want. We've been through this before. But when I ask for what I want, a look of confusion comes upon his face. After repeating myself many times, I finally get what I want. Forget that. Let's talk about the customers. One person immediately comes to mind. A drunk bastard walked in while I was in line. He said he wanted ten bucks on whatever pump. He then headed for the door but then went back to the counter. He said: "Fuck you." He then paused for a few moments and then said: "I love you." Talk about a change of events. The poor guy by the register is now confused. Did he just insult me then take it back? Does he want to fuck me because he loves me? I have sympathy for him. God knows how long it took him to sleep that night. Tossing and turning trying to figure out the real message. That is all.