I pulled into a gas station because I needed gas. Duh. And while I'm pumping I'm listening to a big tattooed dude standing next to a pimped out Cadillac Escalade scream, yell and threaten someone on the other end of the phone. It was quite clearly a drug "negotiation" and he didn't care who heard about it. During this rage filled tantrum, he was staring - At Me! When he finished his call he waved to his gangsta partner and they walked toward me and my innocent little mom van.
BigGangsta: Umm, well, no ma'am. I think I can help you though
BigGangsta: Ma'am your back tire is very low and you shouldn't be driving on it that way.
BigGangsta: Just pull your van up over there ma'am and I'll fill it up for you
LilGangsta: Hahahaha, tell the lady yo real name pussy
BigGangsta: Don't talk like that in front of the lady MothaFucka
LilGangsta: Tell her yo real name bitch
BigGangsta: My name is Sher' Main' ma'am
BigGangsta: No ma'am, Sher' Main'
Sassy: Shermain? gigglemuffledlaughsnortchortle
BigGangsta: Yes ma'am
LilGangsta: It's like a stripper's name isn't it? Ahahahaha!
BigGangsta: Shuddup MothaFucka. You don't talk like that in front of a lady.
Sassy: More like an off strip Atlantic City drag queen.
Sassy: What's his name?
BigGangsta: That's MothaFucka
BigGangsta: Ma Thaf Ka
BigGangsta: I know. And he's laughin' at me. You're all set now ma'am.
Sassy: Thanks for your help.
BigGangsta: Night ma'am
And my birthday isn't even until next week. I you love Madison.