Maybe it comes with age. Maybe it's because of where I live. Or maybe it's just life experiences, but nothing really surprises me anymore.
Because of this, I supposed I've developed a coping mechanism that comes out in the form of laughter.
So today as I'm filling up with gas, I notice the lady in the car on the other side of the pump (we'll call her Barbie) doesn't get out. She keeps looking around, kind of confused. She eventually rolls her window down and sticks her head out, peering at the young man who sits in the little building where people come pay.
Barbie keeps staring. Then looks at me and does one of those "can you believe this" gestures. And because of darn near anything being possible in society these days, I just smile at her. Who knows? Barbie could be packing a blinged-out 9mm for all I know!
After giving as much patience as Barbie can muster, she gives up and yells to me.
Barbie: Ummm...excuse me! Do you know...do I have to honk my horn or something for full-service?
Me: Bwwwahaahahaha!!
:::::awkward silence:::::
Me: Oh...you're serious?
Barbie: Oh, they do don't that at this location?
Me: Ummm...no.
Barbie rolls up her window and very irritatedly speeds off.
Want to know the kicker?
We were at Kroger.
See? Nothing and no one surprises me these days.
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