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- From: hillman@carina.unm.edu (Dan Hillman)
- Subject: Re: Car peeve
- Message-ID: <g0qqgh#@lynx.unm.edu>
- Date: Mon, 23 Nov 92 07:01:12 GMT
- Organization: Holy Order of Quadra 950 Lust
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- In article <1992Nov21.224551.18976@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu> bberbeni@nyx.cs.du.edu (Bill Berbenich) writes:
-
- >Somebody sucked my gas tank dry last night. The locking cap apparently
- >wasn't screwed on tightly enough. I went to bed with half a tank of
- >gas/petrol.
- >
- >[Unromantic walk in the rain sans condoms and Macintosh]
- >
- >Bastards (lovely word) stole my gas cap or threw it into oblivion, too,
- >and it was a $15 locking type.
-
- And it worked *so* well too. Pity.
-
- Actually this reminds me of one cold and rainy evening a few years back
- when I was driving around with my pal Phillip. Phillip *liked* to see
- how close he could come to running out of gas. He was kinda weird that
- way.
-
- Anyhow, we ran out of gas in Seekonk, MA, and had just enough momentum
- to roll into a mini-mart. There was a guy inside cleaning up, but the
- doors were locked. So we banged on the window a few times. "Sorry, we're
- closed." After all, it *was* 11:05 PM.
-
- So we leave the car there and walk up the highway a couple miles to the
- next gas station. Sure enough, as soon as we were on our way, the light
- drizzle coming out of the sky turned into a serious kick-ass RAINSHOWER.
- I was not pleased.
-
- Freezing cold, throughly wet, and very much annoyed, we arrived at the
- gas station. Like, hi, we wanna borrow one of those gas cans. Like no
- way, you don't have any. Shit. So we paid $2.50 for a container of
- windshield washer fluid, dumped it out, and went to the pump to wash it
- out and fill 'er up.
-
- So Phillip and I are standing in the rain, filling up this clear
- plastic container with unleaded, when this cop car pulls up to the pump.
-
- Cop: "You guys work here?"
-
- P & D: Fuck *you*, pal. "Who us? No. We're just customers."
-
- Cop: "Well if you're walking around be sure to look out for a
- big black guy. He escaped from custody a little while ago."
-
- Cop drives off.
-
- P & D: "Hey, wait! Give us a ride!"
-
- Neat. Now we get to walk back two miles in the rain with a big black
- guy out there just waiting to kill us. Fuck.
-
- At least Phillip had the right attitude: "Think of it this way, we've
- got a rather large petrol bomb here. *I* wouldn't fuck with us."
-
- Uneventful walk back. We pour the gas into the car, and we're just about
- to drive off when the *same* cop pulls up to the car.
-
- Cop: "This your car?"
-
- P & D: "Yeah."
-
- Cop: "Well you shouldn't leave it out here. I got a call that this
- was an abandoned car."
-
- P & D: "We were just getting gas up the road. This place was closed."
-
- Cop: "Well don't let it happen again."
-
- P & D: Fuck *you*, pal. "Okay."
-
- Cop drives off.
- Phillip & Dan drive off.
- --
- Shirl giggled and handed me something. "A Beretta P92SB," she said. "Ain't
- it cute? Holds fifteen rounds, shoots jacketed hollow-points. This week we
- tell them they're not in touch with their feelings, next week we blow their
- fucking heads off. More coffee cake?" -- Cynthia Heimel
-