I actually had a story to tell Friday night

but I was too busy crying and being ridiculous, so here it is:

On the way to Seaside, I stop at a gas station in Destin to uh, get some gas. A truck pulled into the parking lot in front of me and we were both heading to the TWO open pumps. See, I assumed that he would pull up to the first pump and let me get behind him on the second. I WAS PAINFULLY WRONG WITH MY ASSUMPTION. He took the back one, leaving me pump-less. So I shake it off and go to a pump on the other side which ends up being OUT OF ORDER. Now I'm pissed and I start calling him a "cock sucker" because that was honestly the first insult that came to mind.
I drive around all of the pumps until I find an open one which happens to be right across from him. I open my door and Taryn starts going on about how he has his ipod on and then we realize that he's ON THE PHONE. Maybe I'm crazy, but I haaaate when people use their phone anywhere but at their house and I'm assuming yet again that he is that kind of person who talks on his cell while driving and I hate him even more if that is the case.
So, I get out of my car and I'm about to put my card in when I have this semi-genius plan. I don't want to hear this pump stealing cock's phone conversation. I want to hear of Montreal. The moment I turn the key to the first setting in the ignition, Taryn knows exactly what I'm about to do. The windows are down and I set it on number six and crank the volume up just a bit and begin filling up. His conversation gets louder and I motion for Taryn to turn it up just a little more. THEN he gets back in his truck and he's nearly yelling into the receiver as he does so. It was brilliant.
As I'm pressing "no" for a receipt, I look over at his car and he is in the driver's seat, glaring at me. The expression was fucking priceless.
Then he starts to get out of his vehicle and I jump in mine, keep the music blaring, and yell "cock sucker" (this is probably my 2nd time using that phrase) as I drive away with my $11 worth of gas.