Friday comes and I'm spent from the weeks activities. From Chemistry quizzes to 18" of snow, I'm tired and i want to go home.
Not before I get some gas though. Pre-pay $15 and stab the nozzle in the tank. I spend some time washing the salt goo of the windows, get in, fire it up and idle away.
CLUNK!
WTF was that? An ice chunk? Seriously, wtf was that? OH E36 M3! Guess who forgot to take out the nozzle? Wow, what a dumb ass. Hey clerk dude, I broke your pump. No, its broken, I pulled out the hose.
We go outside, and get the hose. He looks pissed. "I need to call my manager." OK, what do I know? This is not a regular occurrence for me. "My manager said its $125." Uh, I don't have that. I mean at all. Not in my pocket, or in a bank. "Well...I need your I.D."
I give it to him. Like I said, what do I know? I go home and call my brother to beg for a $100 to get my I.D. back. Why, he asks? I tell him and he laughs. Yeah, that happened to me once. What happened? Oh, nothing. The guy said there supposed to do that. Really? Cause the guy I did it to wants $125.
"Berkley that! Go back and get you I.D."
So I do.
I ask to take pictures of the pump and hose. My "lawyer" brother said to get pics. "Well...I need to call my manager." Fine, I go out and take some shots of the pump. Once I come back in, the clerk dude stalls. He won't let me see the hose. I insist the pics are for our benefit. Evidence of what happened. He finally relents and says, "Well, I'll have to call the police." OK if that's what must happen, I understand. I need to see the hose.
Not once during this whole ordeal did I raise my voice or act twitchy or make any violent gestures.
"Well...how about $50? Do you have that?" Berkley you" I say to myself. I've got your ass. There is no way, if this was legitimate, would you ever lower the "price."
No I don't have $50. If I did I would have given it to you in the first place. He slides me back my I.D. "This will come out of my paycheck." No it won't. That's what insurance is for, shiny happy person!
He tried to juice me for $125. And lie to me about it costing him personally, and threatening to get the authorities involved.
Berkley you. Good day. sir!