Ron
Fill her up.
Attendant
I'm sorry. I can't do that. Come back tomorrow.
Ron
I don't think you understand who I am.
Attendant
I know who you are but state law says I can't give you gas. Now, if you will move along, the lines are really-
Ron
I'll move when you fill up my car.
Attendant
Sir, today is the 12th and your license plate is "IM #1." I can only give you gas if it ends in an even number.
Ron
Well, I have an even number of fists that say you are going to give me some gas.
Ron puts up Jack Johnson and Tom O'Leary.
Attendant
I'm not going to fight you, Mr. Burgundy.
Ron
Then, you are going to get really hurt.
Attendant
Fine. I don't get paid enough for this. Fill it?
Ron
Yeah, it should only be about a gallon. I barely use it but I like to keep the tank topped off.
The attendant rolls his eyes and puts the nozzle in the car.
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