My sister is a pharmacy tech and has numerous stories just like this. People twitching and scratching at open sores trying desperately to get any kind of over the counter drug that can be cooked up into something stronger.Sidewinder wrote:You forgot the most Hoosier part of the story. While Sally was waddling around the gas station, her brother Jeffy Bob is around the corner at the Walgreen's trying to buy Sudafed. He left his two kids under 5 locked in the rusted-out Buick in the parking lot, of course. When they scan his ID, it of course says that he's at his limit but for the next 20 minutes he argues with the pharmacy technician that there's been a mistake and he's only bought one little pack in the last 6 months. Meanwhile the line there get's longer and longer and longer.....Chicat wrote: I hate when someone pulls up to the first pump and doesn't pull all the way to the farthest one to the front. Then I have to squeeze around them and my car is all cockeyed from trying to line it up right. So usually I just back up at an angle and block them in. Fuck them.
Also, if you need to go buy your pack of menthols or whatever, and you're done pumping gas, pull into a parking spot. Nothing worse than seeing three or four cars at a pump not actually pumping gas and then watching as Two-Ton Sally walks as slowly as possibly opening up her package of Ho-Hos as she lifts her fat ass into her car without a care in the world. Don't worry Fat Ass, I didn't have anywhere to be and I love sitting around a gas station waiting for your lard butt to move your car away from a pump after buying convenience store pizza rolls and diet soda.
Her best stories though revolve around old people. The wives of guys on Viagra are especially hilarious.