So as I'm on my way out of the gas station, this really creepy Mexican guy kept opening the door for me and winking at me.
We were stocking up on fountain drinks because the gas station sells them for only 50 cents and well being the family of bargains; we can't pass it up.
Anyway, this guy was smoking his cigarette and as I came outside, he winked at me again and said "I like dick, do you?"...I didn't respond as I stepped into the car and pulled away.
Look, creepers are not cute. I'm scarred now knowing that gas stations can not be trusted.
There are some weird and crazy people hanging around there. Can I get a rain check please?!?! Yuck!