Earlier this evening, I checked the oil on my truck and it was low. I drove to the nearby auto parts store. When I got there, I pulled to open the door, but it was locked. I checked their operating hours and they close at 6 PM on Sunday. It was about 6:05. As I did this, another car pulled up. I said to the guy, "They're closed." He said, "I can see that, asshole," and he drove off.
Right away I thought, "Who told him? Word must be getting around." I went to a gas-station-minute-mart and got my oil there. The clerk there thanked me for my purchase and didn't call me an asshole. She just hasn't caught on yet.
2 comments:
Maybe they knew you from some part of your past life.
I think it's the neon "Asshole" sign flashing on my forehead.
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