WHERE IS THE COURTESY PEOPLE????

I am going to share a very sad story that happened to me today. Now most of you who are reading this are going to say "WHAT thats not sad thats HILARIOUS!" BUT I assure you it was very sad.

Buying a house and trying to get it all painted and cleaned before you move in and working 3 jobs is so emotionally demanding, you are bound to have a break down at some point. RIGHT???? Well mine happened today.

Before I left to Ogden to finish up my house I had to stop for gas. So I pull into Flying J only to see EVERY damn pump full and lines of cars waiting. My gas tank is on the passenger side (you'll need to know that in a min) so my only option was to wait for this guy who's front end was facing mine (his gas tank on the drivers side). I be sure to leave him room to pull out, and I turn on my blinker (hahah I don't know why, but I did). Well soon enough I see this 15 passenger van pull in behind him waiting for him to pull out. My first thought? "You son of a bitch, THIS IS MY PUMP and you will not be taking it!" so I inch a little closer to the car thinking maybe Mr. Van man doesn't see my very bright RED car. The guy at the pump finished up and pulls out, well I'll be damned if Mr. Van man doesn't just mosey on in to the pump with out any regard for the VERY BRIGHT RED CAR sitting there in front of him with her damn blinker on waving her arms. My sister was with me by the way and was trying to calm me down because Mr. Van man was about to swallow the gasoline he was purchasing from MY PUMP (yes I'm very territorial)! So as Mr. Van man puts his stupid ugly 15 passenger short bus in park, I am holding up my arms as to imply "WTF dude I was here first!" he had the nerve to just sit and stare at me like he didn't know I was saying the "F" word right in front of him. Well my sister is telling me to calm down it's ok, there are plenty of other pumps here. I am in such distress over loosing my pump that I begin to cry, yes I WAS CRYING. So what does my sister do, she laughs at me as if i'm not in enough stress already. While these big gator tears are streaming down my face I yell out "where is all the courtesy PEOPLE?" like someone was going to answer me. My sister still laughing at me starts to tear up because I am such a mess which just makes my car a big cess pool of estrogen. Needless to say I drive around the damn pumps like 2 more times trying to find a pump that is open while arrogent Mr. Van man fills up all cheerfully! I did pull myself together after a min or so and was able to finally fill up my tank with no interuption.