Petrol Station Rage - AGAIN!!!

Today didn’t start off great. I was stressed about how stressed DD (my horse) was and worried about the little donkey escaping and as I drove to work in the golf, as my Discovery was off sick, with no radio to keep mind  off stuff I felt quite down.

On arriving at work I discovered both Rich and I had forgotten our laptops so off I went home again to pick them up. I’d only got as far as the roundabout when I realised I was seriously out of fuel. Why hadn’t Rich noticed this when he drove us to work???? I was feeling very irritated by this stage and as I pulled into the fuel station a car pulled in just in front of me. Great now I’d have to wait for him to fill up. The driver,  all 50 stone of him (OK, slightly exagerating, maybe 22 stone) got out of his gold Audi. He was wearing a pink jumper, now don’t get me wrong I’m no slim Jim but a 50 odd stone man really should not be wearing pink! Its just so not right! I just knew he was going to wind me up. He made his way towards the pump, stopping to give one of his passengers some money then he waited, yes, bloody waited a full 5 minutes for the attendant to arrive put his fuel in. Why oh why could he not put his own fuel in? It aint rocket science!!!! My car started spluttering away, obviously using the last few drops of fumes and I sat there planning my next move. I knew if my car ran out of fuel,it would never start again so I started playing out the scenarios in my mind. Maybe I could ask the attendant to push me out of the way whilst I made an SOS call to Rich, who incidentally is never too pleased about me breaking down or maybe I should call him now in anticipation. If only Mr Pink Fucking jumper could have just put his own bloody fuel in and I could put mine in things would be OK. The attendant eventually comes and puts in his fuel, a full tank, obviously, whilst he stands there and watches, then when shes finished, he has a little conversation with another of his passengers before going into the shop to pay by bloody credit card. By now I’m revving, anger pulsing through my veins, that will show him what a dick he's being!!!! So he gets back to his car, adjusts his radio, plays with his mirrors, puts his seat belt on, brushes his hair & lights a fag before eventually driving off. I did make it to the pump without running out of fuel and managed to put my own fuel in, pay the attendant and drive off, whilst putting my seat belt on like any normal person should!!!!