Yesterday I was just not in the mood and a British Yt Male Karen picked the right one.
To make a long story short, we were gassing up our company vehicles. We literally go to this gas station daily and I have had multipe conversations with the owner. He loves that we come.
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But I get there and start helping a driver.
Out of nowhere I hear this grating sound...
"Why are all these company vehicles parked at the petrol stations?"
I look up and see chubby Timothy Longbottom of Wellington on the other side of the pump.
I ignore him. He asks about 2 more times before I engage.
Me: You don't see me standing here helping him get gas? Obviously they are getting gas.
The tosser: Well I had to wait 10 minutes to get gas
Me: That’s not my problem
The tosser (getting angry): IT IS YOUR PROBLEM!
Me: It’s not and I don't have to explain anything to you
The tosser: I am just trying to understand what is going on
Me: No, you are just trying to be a Karen and be in my business. Like I said, I'm not explaining anything to you
The tosser: I ONLY ASK B/C I CARE ABOUT PEOPLE!!!
Me: You don't care about anyone but yourself which is why feel the need to harass working class people trying to do their jobs. I suggest you continue with your day.
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This man turn into a tomato
He was mad as fukk and just started walking in circles furious.
At this point, I was standing there with the driver (it's his first day and breh looks like a deer in headlights). But his trainer is in the truck and she (brehette) now decides to add commentary.
"And he was knocking on all our windows!!!"
So I'm grilling his ass, she's grilling his ass. He looks at both of us and decides to get this ass back in the car. Before he gets there another driver (breh) comes up.
"Is there a problem?"
Now all 3 of us are grilling him. He drops his keys and damn near breaks his neck getting into the car. He's so shook he tries to maneuver his car to take a picture of the vehicles but just can't get it right. Even drops his phone in the car.
"I say to him. I can record too."
I pull out my phone and he speeds out of the station but not before I get the name and phone number of the company vehicle he was in.
Before he's down the street I make a formal complaint to his manager.
Then us BP go back to minding our business.
The end.
To make a long story short, we were gassing up our company vehicles. We literally go to this gas station daily and I have had multipe conversations with the owner. He loves that we come.
________________________________________
But I get there and start helping a driver.
Out of nowhere I hear this grating sound...
"Why are all these company vehicles parked at the petrol stations?"
I look up and see chubby Timothy Longbottom of Wellington on the other side of the pump.
I ignore him. He asks about 2 more times before I engage.
Me: You don't see me standing here helping him get gas? Obviously they are getting gas.
The tosser: Well I had to wait 10 minutes to get gas
Me: That’s not my problem
The tosser (getting angry): IT IS YOUR PROBLEM!
Me: It’s not and I don't have to explain anything to you
The tosser: I am just trying to understand what is going on
Me: No, you are just trying to be a Karen and be in my business. Like I said, I'm not explaining anything to you
The tosser: I ONLY ASK B/C I CARE ABOUT PEOPLE!!!
Me: You don't care about anyone but yourself which is why feel the need to harass working class people trying to do their jobs. I suggest you continue with your day.
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This man turn into a tomato
He was mad as fukk and just started walking in circles furious.
At this point, I was standing there with the driver (it's his first day and breh looks like a deer in headlights). But his trainer is in the truck and she (brehette) now decides to add commentary.
"And he was knocking on all our windows!!!"
So I'm grilling his ass, she's grilling his ass. He looks at both of us and decides to get this ass back in the car. Before he gets there another driver (breh) comes up.
"Is there a problem?"
Now all 3 of us are grilling him. He drops his keys and damn near breaks his neck getting into the car. He's so shook he tries to maneuver his car to take a picture of the vehicles but just can't get it right. Even drops his phone in the car.
"I say to him. I can record too."
I pull out my phone and he speeds out of the station but not before I get the name and phone number of the company vehicle he was in.
Before he's down the street I make a formal complaint to his manager.
Then us BP go back to minding our business.
The end.
Late stage capitalism. 
