Today we middle finger salute Mr. Suburban Dude
Yes, we have all seen him, Mr/Mrs/Miss I'm more important than anyone else on the road, or in this case, at the gas station.
Imagine if you will, me, pulling in to the Chevron
ripoff gas station to give rights to my first born fill my tank with gas. The place is packed. There is only one pump left. As I am headed to the pump, Mr. Suburban Dude comes flying into the station and wants to park in ONE OF THE MANY parking places in front of the store.
I am waiting, waiting, waiting for him to go around me. But alas, he gives me the WTF look, as played below by one of the
gullible awesome guys at work. His face has been changed to protect the innocent.
(sorry about my non-existent photo shop skills)
I go around this
piece of crap dude, swing around to the pump, HAVE TO BACK UP, which is not one of my finer skills, then have to straighten out and pull forward/go back till I'm in a good enough position to get my gas.
At this point, I am livid. I look to see him get out of his vehicle, to see what was so important about taking that one spot. Oh, he has a medium size refillable glass that he needs to get
his mothers milk his drink of choice in. Dude, are you kidding me?
I sit in my car while my car is guzzling gas. I watch in my side mirror him walk back to his vehicle, get in and start pulling out. When he gets to where he is ready to go forward again, he looks over my way.
So I do what any self respecting, pissed off woman would do
here's to you, Mr. Suburban Dude, my frack you award of the week.
phew, lets move on to some yummy stuff, shall we.