I was at a gas station the other day.
It was fucking ridiculous.
Here's why:
Do you hear the elevator music? Yes, that's right...
People met. They decided: for someone to fuel their car more comfortably, a certain ambiance was needed.
What can this mean?
Who makes these decisions?
The apparent meaningless of the gesture masks a deep hostility. Anyone who puts blasts elevator music at a gas station has a hatred for life.
Or a sense of humor.
But I'm betting on malice.
There's nothing funny about gasoline and beef jerky. A visit to a convenience store is a solemn affair. It should stay that way.
Fortunately where I fill up they have an oldies rock station playing. Much better than the elevator music for sure.
ReplyDeleteyou never know when hookup could happen at a gas station. he's driving his douchey souped up honda. she's in her overly stickered bug. they spot eachother through the fumes. they hear the music. and it's magic.
ReplyDeleteexcuse me, I think I threw up a little.
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