This Morning's Throwdown

So maybe I can blame my poor attitude on the winter weather we're having again after all the really nice weather of the last week. Or maybe not. Maybe I just have attitude and it can't be blamed on anything:)

So I'm pumping gas this morning before taking Andon to school. I'm trying to throw cash in the 'thing' and it won't take so I'm slightly annoyed. How crisp do the bills need to be for pity sake?! Finally get it taken care of, so I start to put gas in my car. This young kid, maybe 18 years of age approaches me and asks me if he can ask me a question. I look at him and say, "As long as you're not going to try to sell me something." (said with a glare. I know....poor attitude:)

He looks at me and says, "Well, if you have full coverage it won't cost you a thing. Do you have any rock chips in your windshield?"

REALLY!!!!! Did I not just say, do not sell me ANYTHING?!? I just stared at him.

He fidgeted slightly.

I said, "No, I don't have any."

He countered, "Can I take a look?"

I'm clearly perplexed here as to how he thinks he'll sell me anything at this point, but I waved my arm and with as much sarcasm and sweetness that I could muster, I said, "Have at it." I then watched him climb up on the front tire so he could wash my ENTIRE windshield to see if there were any chips. I thought, well at least all the bug guts from when we were at Disneyland this past week will be gone. Something good came out of this confrontation, oops, I mean converSATION:)

At this point the gas has stopped pumping and he climbs down, looks at me and knowingly reports that I have 3 or 4 chips in the windshield. Now seriously, those chips must be minute cause I've never noticed them. IN fact, the squigee (sp?) in his hand must have a microscope built into it for him to see those minute chips in the windshield.

I looked at him and said, "Oh really."

18 year old boy says, "Do you know what happens if you don't take care of those chips in your windshield?"

18 year old boy says this.

"Um yes, this isn't exactly my first car." I say this slowly like I think he's hard of understanding. "And really, most of the time those tiny little chips that the naked eye can't see don't turn into anything."

(I was trying hard not to laugh at the poor young whippersnapper:)

At this point I think he was tired of the friendly 'banter' we were engaged in, and decides to throw me some attitude. However, in my defense, he shouldn't have tried to sell me something. I mean, I did warn him. (Plus, he called me maam so apparently being blonder doesn't help you out like I originally thought:)

Young whipersnapper says, "Well don't you care about your windshield??"

Um...HELLO! Did he actually just say that to me???

I sweetly said that of course I did, but I didn't need someone at the gas station to try to fix it for me as my husband was perfectly capable.

Then somewhere, the manners came back to poor young whippersnapper, (I give full credit to his mother) and he puts my gas cap back on for me and tells me to have a nice day.

I said with as much gratitude that I could overdo, "Thank you. I will."

People really shouldn't do business in a gas station. We're already forking out enough money for gas as it is, I don't want to be hit up to buy something else. And if I'd owned an SUV, well, the kid would have been grateful to get back to his buddies with his soul still intact.