Some people who

Visit gas stations are characters. A long time ago I was at home and all of a sudden I had an urge for Twix. I try to subside this urge, but I couldn't resist it. I said fuck it and made my way to the local gas station. When I entered I was relieved to see there was only one customer. I would have gone crazy if I had to wait for my chocolate and caramel. Out of nowhere the customer, who was hmmmmm, let's just say he was rotund, yells out "FUCK YOU!" to the recent arrival behind the counter. I'm not sure where he's from because I tried talking to him in Urdu and all he did was shake his head and smile. Maybe he had Parkinson's. I digress. Then after cursing at this poor soul he heads for the door. He opens it about halfway and stops. Turns around looks at the employee and says "I LOVE YOU!." I didn't know if I should laugh or be scared. I wanted to ask what happened, but I chose not to. Then the guy behind the counter starts saying "Man, ya know man, is like the guy drink then..." The rest was inaudible, and to be honest I didn't care. This was mostly because I was contemplating if I should purchase a Kit-Kat as well. I hope the guy didn't come back and beat his ass. I am Baliwala. There is a thin line between love and hate. That is all.