Tales of a Female Gas Jockey 4

One middle-aged man (they are the WORST!) addressed me as, “Hey Tiger,” and then proceeded to vainly try to explain himself when I called him on it. I ended up walking off smirking, leaving him to pump his own gas (I hope he arrived at his destination all reeking of gas) and red in the face embarassed.

written by Angela.

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