Texaco

I stopped in here to pick up some water during a road ride I was on and as I waited for the gentleman to do his «lottery stuff» with the cashier, I watched and listened as the cashier (suspected owner, by the looks of it) obviously was annoyed by this friendly banter. No matter. I payed for my water and got not so much as a «hello», «thank you» or «have a nice day» and as I was leaving, the postman stopped in to give the guy his mail. This is where he really shows what kind of a jerk he is and says to the guy in his bad accent «all you’re bringing me is useless junk» — again, not even a «hello». I hate junk mail as much as the next guy, but the mailman has his job.
Well, so do you Mr. Grumpypants — you’re a freaking gas station owner, idiot. Get over yourself!
What an a-​hole. I won’t come back here. There’s a nicer store 100 yards down the road, anyway.