Only In The Creek

Kristen was on call this weekend so I rode up to the clinic with her while she took care of the animals in the hospital. On the way back, I pulled into a gas station to fill up her car and while doing so, decided to wash her windshield. As I'm doing so, someone from inside comes on the loudspeaker yelling, "scrub it, scrub it like you've never scrubbed before." I'm thinking okay thats cool, someone inside is bored and he's entertaining himself. Good for him. Then I hear, "scrub it like you're scrubbing your nuts. That's right you scrub your nuts because you're gay." I look around and everyone else pumping gas is just aghast. I'm livid at this point but don't really feel like going in and confronting anyone. That's not really how I work. Kristen's in the car wondering what the hell just happened. I get in and drive off completely incredulous at what just happened. Being the sometimes passive aggressive person that I am, I wrote a letter to the company as soon as I got home.

There's fun and then there's idiocy. I've done some immature things in my life but, to my knowledge, never really crossed any sort of moral boundaries (with the exception of Andy Ryan and my little side business in middle school and the Captain Shreve yearbook that Kevin Bruce and I authored). Seriously this was just stupid and the kind of thing I really think someone should lose their job over. I won't be going back to that company for gas again. Since it's such a large corporation, I doubt I hear back from them regarding my letter but I figured it was the least I could do. We called a real estate agent today and hopefully will be moving a little closer to Charleston proper very soon.