It Must Have Been the Moon

What in the world is wrong with people? I realize there’s been a full moon this week but has anyone else noticed that we seem to be in some sort of alternate universe where common courtesy and decency have gone flying right out of the proverbial window?

Prepare to be amazed, and not in a good way.

A little background: I’m a creature of habit. My mornings are the same; I do things in the same order (probably because if I didn’t, I’d forget something important like mascara). To get a fill-up, I stop at the same gas station and pull up to the same pump. It doesn’t have my name on it or anything but it’s my pump. And you can have it… when I’m not there.

So, yesterday, as I’m pulling into my favorite gas station (that is always well-lit and populated, safety first so my dad won’t worry quite so much!), I see this huge pick-up truck barreling through the parking lot. He drove past empty pumps, past five sets of pumps in total to pull up to my pump. MY pump. At 6 a.m. BEFORE I’ve finished my can of diet Dew. So, I huffed and puffed and probably gave him my very best evil look. I might have even said something ugly in the privacy of my vehicle but I took the high road, backed up, and drove down three pumps to an empty one. An empty one that is not mine, mind you. The OCD in me was flaring up! So, a bit annoyed, I get out to pump the gas.

And, any guesses on what happened next?

Without getting his gas, he struts three pumps down to ask me, “Do you have a problem?” Oh, big mistake buddy. You do not ask a girl running on half-caff whose pump you just stole if she has a problem. Because, oh yeah, she does. And it’s you. He then told me he didn’t like my attitude. At that moment, my “attitude” wanted to introduce him to my pepper spray but luckily for me, the Deputy Sheriff who was pumping gas nearby suggested that Mr. Psycho Pumpstealer find his way back to his vehicle and leave me alone.

So, now I wonder what in the world would possess someone (and by someone, I mean a 6 foot tall MAN) to act like that? I mean, who speeds through a relatively crowded (by 6 a.m. standards of crowded) parking lot, passes empty pumps, gets the pump he wants, doesn’t even hook up to the pump, and then walks three pumps down to confront a lady about the pump he got but apparently didn’t really want to use? Who does that? Psycho Pumpstealers do that.

It must be the full moon.  

Oh, and, thank you, Mr. Deputy, for saving Mr. Psycho Pumpstealer from the half-caff’d gas pumper with the bad attitude. I’m sure he appreciates it.