my horrid 20 minutes

So today Mike wanted McDonalds for lunch, chicken nuggets to be specific. I am not a big fan of Mickey D's anymore, but I don't mind getting him lunch. So I get in my car and remember that my gas light is on.
Crap.
Well, then I think to myself, "It's ok, there's a Shell station right next to McDonalds, so I can get gas right before I get food."
So I pull into the gas station and realize that all of the pumps say they are out of order. WTF?!? ugh. So I pull to the side to pull out my handy dandy iphone to find the nearest gas station. Here is a picture of where I am at...



So that car pulls up behind me, and starts freaking honking. Ok. There is plenty of room to go around me, and it's an empty place, so it's not like I'm "holding up the line." And I'm like, whatever asshole. So he finally goes around. Then I remember that there's a Mobil station not too far, so I turn around, pull out of the gas station and am at the other stop sign to the main street. I'm about to turn when asshol gets behind me again and lays on the horn. What the hell?! So I'm all pissed, flip him off, and go on my way. I get to Mobil, fill up, and make my way back to McDs. Super long ass drive thru line, whatever. So I order Mike his 20 piece chicken nuggets and 8 barbeque sauces. I finally get up to get my food and here's how the intelligent conversation goes...

Guy: Do you need any ketchup?
Me: uh, yeah. Are there any bbq sauces in there?
Guy: Yeah, there's two.
Me: Well I need 6 more.
Guy: Uh, no.
Me: (sarcastically) Uh, yeah. I told them I needed eight.
Guy: looks at receipt Oh, ok.

Like it being on the fucking receipt makes a difference? And who the hell are you to tell me NO?? I'm paying for this GD food. Grrrrrr.... but I finally am on my way home and start to leave McDs, and pass by the Shell station again...

...only to see that the pumps are now open.







DUN DUN DUN!!! haha, horrid horrid day.