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i'm at the gas station this morning, and believe it or not i'm actually pumping gas. i'm just minding my own business, waiting patiently because this particular gas station has really slow pumps for whatever reason, when suddenly i notice someone get out of the back seat of the car adjacent to my left.
he gets out with a little magazine in his hand and walks right up to me. what happened next is beyond comprehension for me. i still have no idea where these fuckers get the courage, or lack of respect and personal space rather, but he spoke anyways...
guy: "hello sir, would you like some literature about the lord, perhaps you have a moment to speak with me?"
me: i perk up with a big smile sending a smile across his face, only to destroy in an instant later with "ABSOLUTELY!! i LOVE fiction!!"
guy: his hopes of peddling his wares obviously destroyed at this point, does a once over on me and says, "i'm sorry?"
me: "oh good, you ARE sorry. that's good. that means you have some sort of remorse for bothering strangers with your bullshit. says a lot about you, perhaps you have your own doubts, no?"
guy: "i, um..." as he turns and heads back to the car from which he came.
the kicker was once he tried to get back into the car he fumbled with the handle, and it appeared the door had somehow accidentally been locked behind him. he looks over his shoulder at me to see if i'm watching him struggle, our eyes meet, and i give a slight chuckle.
i can't begin to explain to you how amusing this whole thing was. i usually fuck up opportunities like this by being rude and missive. this morning i just seemed to be in rare form, perhaps it was my mood. i don't know.
also, the literature he was holding said Watchtower. i wasn't familiar with it so i just googled it and found that it's jehovah's witnesses.
:rofl:
those fuckers are a determined bunch, i tell ya.
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