Guy across the counter in the gas station convenience store. "You want more?" he's asking. "Pardon?" I say. And he looks at me like I'm a dumbass. Countertop fan blowing loud and fast. <i>I can't hear you over the fucking Slurpee machine</i> is what I want to tell him. But he's already getting annoyed, and I can see where his eyes have strayed -- yeah, I can see you staring, buddy. They're hearing aids. "Relish," he repeats. "You want more on the hotdog?" And I have to say again, "I'm sorry -- what?" He gestures with the salad tongs. He's got the face of an asshole. "Oh, relish," I reply. "That's enough, thanks." And he rings me up without a word. Throws the stupid hotdog (which I wasn't too keen on to begin with) inside a brown bag. And I'm gone. I hope the sound of that doorbell really gets on his nerves. I hope his shift's really long, too. "Asshole," I sign through the window.
Reason for writing:
Just a rant. Wrote it after it happened Monday night. Please tell me what you think.
Birth sign: Virgo
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