Letemdangle Sticks It To The Man!
Letemdangle
Published
07/19/2012
Today I blew my top. This afternoon during rush hour I got stuck in traffic. Being self employed I can usually avoid this stupidity by setting my own hours. It took about 15 minutes to cross one bridge that usually takes 2 minutes to cross. After driving up and over the bridge a police cruiser was blocking one of two lanes giving, I'm sure to some asshole, a well deserved ticket. Unbeknownst to him, he is causing a giant traffic jam about one mile long. As I slowly creep along I see him in his cruiser and yell out the passenger side window, "You are probably unaware, but you're causing a massive traffic problem." He heard me but ignored me.
My gas was running low so I scoot into the gas station. It was practically grid lock in the pump area, but due to the lay of the land I was able to harness a pump, while other frustrated customers scorn at my luck. And for what? The station had run out of regular gas and with premium at $1.38 a litre, well over $5.00 a gallon. No one wanted to pay for it. Every pump had a customer, but no one was pumping. It seemed everyone was low on gas, unwilling to enter the traffic for fear of stalling, and at the same time refusing to pay for premium.
Fortunately, I am aware of a law that states, "If a refuelling centre runs out of regular fuel, then they must provide premium at the same cost." Not even mid grade, it must be premium. With every one getting frustrated, I walk into the store and inform the cashier of the law and demand he make the necessary changes to relieve the situation. He absolutely refuses and says, " Oh look the delivery truck is here now. It will be only about twenty minutes before you can get your gas." I stormed out of the store, selected premium and put twenty five dollars worth in my tank. I then re-entered the store gave the clerk twenty dollars and said, "That's all you get. Call your boss, tell him the law, so you can do your job properly."
He followed me out and took a picture of my licence plate as he exclaimed in his Indian accent, " I'm calling the police. You can deal with them." Why the hell are all gas attendants either, Indian, Pakistani or Arab? Some kind of discrimination, I guess?
It's been a couple of hours and no cops have showed up and I don't expect them too, because the guy who would have to charge me would make himself culpable. I know it's only five bucks and the general public is getting reamed up the ass everyday by the giant oil companies, but it's about as much revenge this little peon can ever hope for.
On another note, I just paid Revenue Canada over $500.00 today for source deductions. God should have put more holes in us so that we could be fucked ten ways till Sunday.
My gas was running low so I scoot into the gas station. It was practically grid lock in the pump area, but due to the lay of the land I was able to harness a pump, while other frustrated customers scorn at my luck. And for what? The station had run out of regular gas and with premium at $1.38 a litre, well over $5.00 a gallon. No one wanted to pay for it. Every pump had a customer, but no one was pumping. It seemed everyone was low on gas, unwilling to enter the traffic for fear of stalling, and at the same time refusing to pay for premium.
Fortunately, I am aware of a law that states, "If a refuelling centre runs out of regular fuel, then they must provide premium at the same cost." Not even mid grade, it must be premium. With every one getting frustrated, I walk into the store and inform the cashier of the law and demand he make the necessary changes to relieve the situation. He absolutely refuses and says, " Oh look the delivery truck is here now. It will be only about twenty minutes before you can get your gas." I stormed out of the store, selected premium and put twenty five dollars worth in my tank. I then re-entered the store gave the clerk twenty dollars and said, "That's all you get. Call your boss, tell him the law, so you can do your job properly."
He followed me out and took a picture of my licence plate as he exclaimed in his Indian accent, " I'm calling the police. You can deal with them." Why the hell are all gas attendants either, Indian, Pakistani or Arab? Some kind of discrimination, I guess?
It's been a couple of hours and no cops have showed up and I don't expect them too, because the guy who would have to charge me would make himself culpable. I know it's only five bucks and the general public is getting reamed up the ass everyday by the giant oil companies, but it's about as much revenge this little peon can ever hope for.
On another note, I just paid Revenue Canada over $500.00 today for source deductions. God should have put more holes in us so that we could be fucked ten ways till Sunday.
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