I got a gas station SS this afternoon!
I'd gone to a local gas station with my mom, while she was filling up the car I went inside and got us some drinks, when I'm coming out a lady across the little lane waves me on over and asks if I can help her. So being a nice person like I am I head over and ask her what she needs. She asks me if I saw the attendant inside and if he was coming out. I told her there were several employees but no actual attendant. She says "I mean to pump the gas", at which point I figured out she was thinking of a full service station and thought she might be from out of state so I told her that this was not a full service station, it was self service, all smiles, very nice me, I promise. But apparently I said the magic words to unleash her inner SS.
SS: What do you mean self service?
Me: Well, you have to pump the gas yourself.
SS: What?! That's just...god, are you *bleeping* serious?
Me: Yeah, most gas stations here are self service. I don't think I've seen a full service one in 15 years or so...
SS: *Bleep* Well what the hell am I supposed do?
Me: Not to pry, but if you're physically unable to pump the gas they will send someone out....(they have a sign up about helping people with disabilities, not exactly sure how you get their attention for it, never paid close attention)
SS: What?! You think I'm *bleeping* handicapped?! Do I look handicapped?
Me: I don't know ma'ma.
SS: *Bleep*, this is the worst. Do you know where a full service station is?
Me: No, I'm sorry I don't, I'm not sure we have any around here. (I said so earlier...never mind)
SS: Well, hell, I'm E! The light is on!! And it's been on for awhile! I can't pump my own gas! I mean...do I look like someone who knows how to pump gas?
Me: Um...(Well, you're driving a car so I'd assume yes but clearly...no?)
SS: Screw it, I'm just gonna call triple A.
Me: Ok great, sounds like you have a plan, have a nice day!
And I escaped to the safety of my mom's car. Who was hysterically laughing because my "Helping people is nice" attitude gets me in situations like these. She's more of the "sorry I can't help you" attitude. Before she even knows the problem. Oh and I checked as I was walking away...in state plates. I mean, still could've just moved here I guess...