In my daydream I see you pull the hose out of the filler while the slurpee is being raised for its throw at you. You point the nozzle at the thrower and pull the trigger spraying him with 87 octane and pull out an old Zippo with your other hand and light the stream of gas. His exclamation would go something like “f*ck you jooAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH”
“In my daydream I see you pull the hose out of the filler while the slurpee is being raised for its throw at you. You point the nozzle at the thrower and pull the trigger spraying him with 87 octane and pull out an old Zippo with your other hand and light the stream of gas. His exclamation would go something like “f*ck you jooAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH””
I’ve had the same dream.
As it was, three feral yuths drove by and threw the slurpee out while two were hanging out car windows. They were gone before I figured out what had happened.
I was soaked in re slurpee and had to go through security covered in goop. My suit was ruined and I had to fly back to NYC in a packed Southwest Airlines flight like that.
They are lucky I was flying to NYC and didn’t have my usual pistol.
Actually, I am probably lucky, because Houston would probably have tried me for murder.