Why, oh why, have all the gas station attendants I've met recently smelled like hobos?
The attendant in this station was scary. He looked like Freakshow from Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, and he had... personality. It was cute how he threw a fit because I accidentally used two hot beverage cups instead of one when I filled up a cup for hot tea. They were stacked on top of each other, and I didn't notice... but boy, was he ever mad. In a huff, he pulled off that extra cup and marched it back to the coffee area to put it back. Wow. I have never been lambasted like that for such an obvious - and innocuous - mistake.
Come to think of it, isn't that a sanitation issue? He absolutely MANHANDLED the extra cup with his crusty, callused, dirt-laden fingernails and put it back for someone else to use. I wouldn't wanna put my lips on that. Ew.
And so my streak of horrific gas station experiences continues. Are there normal people working at ANY gas stations ANYWHERE?