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I went to fill up my car earlier today, and there was a car parked directly in front of the gas stations doors (in a no parking/stopping area). Why this was an issue is that it blocked anyone from circling around the pump if your car's gas cap was on the drivers side.
It essentially blocked my car in (there was somebody behind me looking to make the same turn, and there was a car already filling up to my side). After a 5 minute wait, the driver of the illegally parked car returns, but he makes no effort to leave. He sat in his car drinking a coffee - I honked at him, he doesn't acknowledge me. I roll down my window and say "Hey boss, you can't park there, your blocking people from filling up". This is where the situation began to escalate.
The guy leans out of his car and says "I'll park wherever the fuck I want my ni**a, do you know who I am ni**a, I'm not moving shit". I should probably mention that he was an indian guy with cornrows, who couldn't be older than 20.
I yell back "I know that your not black, so stop calling me your ni**a, and move your fucking car". He starts threatening me, and keeps on saying that I don't know who I'm fucking with, and that he will fuck me up for even looking at him weird (with ni**ga being thrown in every other word).
By this point, I'm pretty heated and say "Move your car, or get out of your car and we can see what happens". I step out of my car (horrible idea in retrospect), but I had a pretty good sense that if he saw me, he would back down (I was literally twice his size - he couldn't have been more than 135lbs). He yells "Fuck you, you'll see what's coming" and he peels out of the place. Issue over, right?
I finally get to the pump and start filling up, and the same guy comes back into the station and pulls up in front of my car - at this point, I expect that he has a weapon of some kind, but instead, he says this "I fucked your wife, your kids are mine. Your kids died of AIDS. Fuck you fa**got*" - I was genuinely speechless, I felt like George in that Seinfeld episode where he doesn't have a comeback for "The ocean called, their running out of shrimp"
All I could say was "What?" before he drove away again, continuing to call me a fa**ot. Making the situation even weirder was an old spanish guy who was also filling up and he turns to me: "Are you going to let him say that about your wife and kids?".... I don't have kids (that I know of), or a wife.
I definitely took the L in this exchange, and have been frustrated ever since.
RIP Imaginary AIDS kids.
It essentially blocked my car in (there was somebody behind me looking to make the same turn, and there was a car already filling up to my side). After a 5 minute wait, the driver of the illegally parked car returns, but he makes no effort to leave. He sat in his car drinking a coffee - I honked at him, he doesn't acknowledge me. I roll down my window and say "Hey boss, you can't park there, your blocking people from filling up". This is where the situation began to escalate.
The guy leans out of his car and says "I'll park wherever the fuck I want my ni**a, do you know who I am ni**a, I'm not moving shit". I should probably mention that he was an indian guy with cornrows, who couldn't be older than 20.
I yell back "I know that your not black, so stop calling me your ni**a, and move your fucking car". He starts threatening me, and keeps on saying that I don't know who I'm fucking with, and that he will fuck me up for even looking at him weird (with ni**ga being thrown in every other word).
By this point, I'm pretty heated and say "Move your car, or get out of your car and we can see what happens". I step out of my car (horrible idea in retrospect), but I had a pretty good sense that if he saw me, he would back down (I was literally twice his size - he couldn't have been more than 135lbs). He yells "Fuck you, you'll see what's coming" and he peels out of the place. Issue over, right?
I finally get to the pump and start filling up, and the same guy comes back into the station and pulls up in front of my car - at this point, I expect that he has a weapon of some kind, but instead, he says this "I fucked your wife, your kids are mine. Your kids died of AIDS. Fuck you fa**got*" - I was genuinely speechless, I felt like George in that Seinfeld episode where he doesn't have a comeback for "The ocean called, their running out of shrimp"
All I could say was "What?" before he drove away again, continuing to call me a fa**ot. Making the situation even weirder was an old spanish guy who was also filling up and he turns to me: "Are you going to let him say that about your wife and kids?".... I don't have kids (that I know of), or a wife.
I definitely took the L in this exchange, and have been frustrated ever since.
RIP Imaginary AIDS kids.
