July 2012

    Tuesday July 31, 2012:

Top 8 Vehicles That Should Never Have Starting Issues Once The Fueling Process Is Completed, #2: A 1987 Winnebago that takes up the length of both your pumps. Logistical nightmare to the nth degree Ladies & Gentlemen….

    Tuesday July 31, 2012:

Customer pulls in with his wife and asks for a fill up. Rajeev: “How are you guys today?” –> Customer: “We’re doing great. We’re going fishing this morning.” –> Rajeev: “Oh, that’s sounds awesome. Better than working, right?!” –> Customer: “Oh totally. Actually, we’re going crabbing. Do you know what those are?”

And then folks….that part of the movie came up. Everything dropped to silence. Nothing but slow moving objects and people. And in that moment of clarity, an idea was born. And then the record scratched. Yeah no. Prolly wasn’t a good idea to act on that sarcastic notion.

But ummm…..Hmmm….apparently….Indians don’t know what seafood is….

    Monday July 30, 2012:

“Should I rename my station to Delta Gas & Repairs & Infinite Line of Credit?”

This woman pulls up in her Jeep and proceeds to walk into my makeshift office to have a little chat.

“I need to pick up my mom’s medication and I have no gas. Can I please get $5 worth and I’ll be back within the hour? You guys know me. I’ve been here before.” Customer throws out a smile so big, she could easily be called the Joker.

Rajeev: “I’m sorry ma’am, but I’ve recently had a number of regular customers who have cheated me. Nothing against you personally, but I’m no longer offering favors to anyone.” I proceed to show her the box full of IDs and debit cards left behind.

Customer: “That’s unfortunate you know because you’ve seen my face here a couple times and you know you should hook up your regulars. No worries. I’ll just go to Lukoil from now on. Oh well. Your loss. Have a nice day.”

Rajeev: “Likewise ma’am.”

You know why this story is so special? ‘Cause after she walked out of my office, she pulls out her wallet, hands my attendant $5, and asks him to fill.

Ladies, earmuffs.

What a scamming bitch! These people really need to shrivel up and leave this planet painfully.

Okay I’m done. Back to my turkey sandwich I go….

    Friday July 27, 2012:

Customer: “You guys look like you would enjoy these on a day like this.” What, cavities and sticky fingers? Certainly!

    Friday July 27, 2012:

Customer: “$10. And can you make it go as fast as possible? I’m really late for work.” –> Rajeev: “Flicking on the hyper turbo jets is going to cost you an additional 5 cents a gallon.” –> Like a deer in headlights folks. I don’t think she was quite prepared for that….

    Friday July 27, 2012:

Top 10 Most Dangerous Things To Eat While Pulling Into A Gas Station, But Impressive As Hell Nonetheless, #3: Umm….melon.

    Friday July 27, 2012:

Wishing my grandfather, the very distinguished gentleman that I named my company after, a very Happy Birthday. He would have been 91 today. I miss you Tata. Almost 4 months in now. Things are going well so far. Thanks for looking after me….

    Friday July 27, 2012:

‎”The Search For The Looney Litter Lunatic.” During the overnight each and every day, without fail, some ahole leaves his empty 7-Eleven coffee cup at the EXACT same spot on my station’s ground. Here at the exquisite Delta Gas & Repairs, we provide you with 3 huge totally visible garbage cans to use at your free will. Now, I don’t particularly care what socioeconomic, financial, religious, or racial background you are from, or whether you like Pop-Tarts or fried bananas at sunset, exercise a wee bit of class and just use the receptacle.

We’re lucky enough not to be living in a third world nation. Don’t treat it as such you ignoramus….

    Thursday July 26, 2012:

So a truck pulls in earlier this morning and my loins start doing the happy dance (It truly is amazing that all it takes to get me going these days is Diesel. But anyways let me not digress). Driver asks if he could use the restroom as I fill his rig. I open it up for him and go about my business. 5 minutes later he comes out with such a jovial smile on his face.

“Man, that is the CLEANEST gas station bathroom I have ever seen in my whole life, and I’ve been a truck driver forever! I see now why you keep it locked up! It was like being in my own bathroom at home. Damn, I’m coming here from now on to fill up!”

The moral of the story kids? It ‘literally’ pays to keep your bowl clean….

    Wednesday July 25, 2012:

I got to be honest folks. It never really crossed my mind that my air pump had other uses besides tires. With their newly filled raft in tow, someone is going to have way more fun than all of us in about 15 minutes….

    Wednesday July 25, 2012:

Customer: “Tweeeeenty dooollllaaars of reeeegular pleaaaase.” –> Rajeev, in his ever so manly man voice: “Ma’am, I speak proper English.” –> Customer: “Oh. Sorry.” –> Folks, It’s waaaaay toooooo eaaaaarly for this….

    Tuesday July 24, 2012:

I want one! Hey Shivani, my birthday’s coming up. And by coming up I mean in 6 months. Please plan accordingly. Thank you. Love, Rajeev.

    Tuesday July 24, 2012:

Customer asks for $20 and steps out of the car to chat with me. Just as he placed his left foot on the ground, his wife yells “Get back in the car! Those gas fumes are going to get in your lungs and you’re going to die!” –> Hmmm. Riiiiiight. What other reassuring fun stuff is in store for me today?!

    Tuesday July 24, 2012:

Customer: “$4 please.” –> Rajeev: “No problem.” Upon filling completion, customer blurts out “No way you put the gas in. My needle didn’t even move!” –> Rajeev: “Miss, I can assure you that $4 worth of gas was pumped into your car. Do you want me to pump in more?” –> Customer: “Yeah whatever, if you say so. Yeah fine put 5 more dollars.” Just as I was about to recommence the art of fuel pumping, she stops me. “Oh, I’m sorry. Never mind. I saw the needle move a little. Usually it goes up as you’re filling.” Now folks, I am definitely against violence against women (I’m sure there’s a photo on Facebook going around forcing you to hit the ‘like’ button in support). However, I do hope her momma lightly shook the shit out of her as a child….

    Tuesday July 24, 2012:

Another paranoid customer who thinks I’m going to cheat him….

    Tuesday July 24, 2012:

So this local taxicab driver is a regular customer of mine. A bit eccentric, but generally a very nice guy. Always telling me all kinds of stories. This morning, he tells me of a customer who asked if he could drive him to the Cowtown rodeo. Apparently my initial reaction was the same as the taxi driver: “In New Jersey?!” A couple of other cars drove in so I couldn’t finish my conversation. But, after everyone left, I hit up Google and sure enough….we got one! In fact, it’s quite historical. Who knew! Check it: http://www.cowtownrodeo.com/History/default.asp.

    Monday July 23, 2012:

In keeping with the whole “Thug” theme, I let one use the bathroom just a ‘lil while ago. After all, he was a customer. 15 minutes later, when we went to use the facilities, we found that he left the faucet running. Apparently, it’s not part of the thug life to turn off faucets after use. Man do I hate these people. Perhaps he was just a part of the Wet Bandits from Home Alone?

    Monday July 23, 2012:

To My Thug Customers: Would it kill ya to acknowledge my presence when you pull in? Is it too much to ask to respond when I say “Good Morning” or “Have a nice day?” Trust me. Your manhood will not be compromised if you show a ‘lil bit of humanity. Also, is it possible for you not to hand me dollar bills all crumpled and rolled up into a ball? It slows down my productivity. And I’m not sure if you received the memo or not, but umm you’re from the Jersey Shore….not Compton. Love, Rajeev.

    Saturday July 21, 2012:

Gentlemen pulls in behind his friend and waits as the friend fills air in his tires. My attendant: “Sir, can you please move your car up so that you’re not blocking the area?” –> Gentleman: “Mr. Patel is my uncle. He said I can park here. He’s the owner.” Overhearing this, I walk out of the office area.

Rajeev: “That’s funny, ’cause I’m the owner, my name is not Mr. Patel, and I’m pretty sure I would have met my nephew by now. Please move your car up sir.” Dumbfounded (’cause he probably didn’t expect me to come back with that speaking good English), he moved up.

I’m guessing that “Patel” was prolly the only Indian last name he knew.

Rajeev – 1, Ahole – 0.

    Saturday July 21, 2012:

Customer pulls in yesterday and asks for $5 worth. I begin pumping as she dives head first into her behemoth of a purse. Suddenly she says she can’t find her money. I quickly stop the pump. $4.02. I asked her for her license. She said she needed to it cash her check. Instead, she hands me her Chase debit card (which she says has no money in it at the moment). She says she will go cash her check and be right back.

Folks, it’s been 24 hours now. We all know that she ain’t coming back. But, can we get serious for a moment? She would rather go through the hassle of calling her bank, reporting a lost debit card, and having them mail her a new one? Wouldn’t it just be flippin’ easier to come back and pay me the $4.02?!

Oh the joys of owning a gas station business….

    Friday July 20, 2012:

Well, the good news is that I’ve successfully avoided stepping into any puddles thus far. The bad news is that I recently discovered that my right sneaker has a hole on the bottom of it ‘causing complete and utter saturation of my right sneaker, socks, and foot. But….at least I got to see a mullet today in all its magnificence and splendor….

    Friday July 20, 2012:

Is 6:25am too early in the morning to learn that mullets are alive and well? I think it is. I never did care for a.m. classes in college….

    Thursday July 19, 2012:

Snotty Customer: “Is the price the same for cash or credit?” –> Rajeev: “No sir. That’s only for diesel.” –> Customer: “Then why the hell did I come in here for?!” –> Rajeev: “To see my adorable face?” Customer wasn’t amused….

    Thursday July 19, 2012:

Sorry. It had to be done. It was really starting to piss me off.

    Wednesday July 18, 2012:

Customer: “$20.” –> Rajeev: “Cash or credit sir?” –> Customer: “Credit. Cash is King! But, errr I’m not part of the royal family.” Another Customer That = Awesomeness.

    Wednesday July 18, 2012:

So umm if I run over there and frolic nekked in the back of that truck, would you guys think any less of me?

    Wednesday July 18, 2012:

“4 Door Vehicles Are For Losers!” Customer pulls in and fills up $10 worth. Like most people, he chose to leave the gas station upon pumping completion. Only one problem though. His van wouldn’t start back up. So, I told him to please push the vehicle back and off the bay. Just as he was about to do that, others cars pulled in. So he waited. Once I finished with those guys, his wife took the wheel and he stood behind the van to guide her.

Now kindly take note of photo #3. See the end bumper? You see where this gentleman’s door is? Umm. Yeah. Can you guess what happened next? Well….you guessed wrong. Due to my impeccable vocal abilities, I screamed at the woman to stop immediately. It did definitely bend the wrong way, but we did manage to save it from detaching itself from the van.

Suffice it to say, the gentleman demanded that his wife exit the van, and he steered it to open land safety himself. The End.

    Wednesday July 18, 2012:

Grandpa Customer: “It’s going to be another scorcher!” –> Rajeev: “Oh yes. But, I think it’s the final day before temps go back down a bit. Which will be nice. Maybe we’ll actually get green grass again.” –> Customer: “Oh damn I hate grass and flowers. I’m from the projects. The only grass I saw as a kid was the grass I smoked!” Customer = Awesomeness.

    Tuesday July 17, 2012:

So, periodically we leave our bathroom door open to air it out. 90 plus temperatures. No window or ventilation. I’ll spare you the rest of the gory details. Anyhow, during one of these moments last night, someone went in there and stole the full Lysol can and the 25% used bar soap. Who does that?! This is why we usually keep that sucker locked at all times.

All of a sudden, I have visions of a dude taking a shower with my gasoline-infused soap and using Lysol as deodorant….

    Tuesday July 17, 2012:

POLL TIME! What do you call 91 or above Octane? SUPER, PREMIUM, or HIGH TEST?

I’ve always called it Super, but apparently everyone around here calls it High Test. I’ve never heard of that phrase until I started working here. So, just curious. Well, that and I need to pass some time before the next stupid thing happens here. Go!

    Tuesday July 17, 2012:

Dear Patrons of the ‘Ol Mighty Delta Gas Station: I can not set these old pumps to decimal figures. I’ll have to stand there and manually pump your gas. And when there are 3 other cars on the bay, that can get a wee bit tiresome. Next time, kindly ask for just $7. I mean honestly. What is an extra 30 cents ‘really’ going to give you in an old pickup truck anyways?!! Love, Rajeev.

    Tuesday July 17, 2012:

Customer: “So, I see prices around town went up again.” –> Rajeev: “Yeah, oil prices have been rising for a couple weeks now and continues to do so. People should fill their tanks now and save some cash. So, how much can I get ya?” –> Customer: “$5 please.” Oooh it’s just too early for this….

    Monday July 16, 2012:

My employee needed a personal day, so in the midst of working a 15 hour shift in the blazing heat, this little diddy occurred. #1 reason why I don’t demand payment first. Absent-minded to the nth degree. Customer wants $20 filled, and hands me the cash before I start filling. While the gas was still pumping, she decides to move away! Good thing the other customer I was talking to took notice and we both quickly screamed for her to stop. Crisis averted, but further proof that South Toms River should be its own planet….

    Monday July 16, 2012:

Customer asking for $4 worth of gas and handing me a $100 bill? Annoying as all hell. Returning the customer with 51 singles and the rest 5s? The ULTIMATE payback….

    Monday July 16, 2012:

I’m thinking about trading diesel for meat, straight up. I think that’s a pretty good deal, don’t you?

    Monday July 16, 2012:

Customer: “I see that you’re smiling big this morning. You must be excited that gas prices are going back up. You must be rolling in it.” –> Rajeev: “Sir, you couldn’t be further from the truth. When prices go up, I’m actually making far less money than when prices were down. So, no I’m not happy about the spike either. End PSA here.” And yes folks, I did actually point my finger in the air to symbolically end the PSA….

    Saturday July 14, 2012:

Oh hey kids. Did you know that racism is alive and well? Here’s a little number for ya. It actually happened 2 weeks ago, but it was only brought to my attention 10 minutes back. A man and a woman (who she claims is not her husband) pulls in. Station happens to be hopping at the time. The woman took it upon herself to get out of the car and start pumping herself. She wanted $15 and wound up putting in $15.28. Not particularly heartbroken over 28 cents, my attendant said no worries just give me $15. From inside of the car, you hear the man scream. “That’s right jerkoff. You fucken Hindu. Go back to India where you belong!” My attendant was reminded of that incident only because the woman came in alone to get propane. I told him that if the guy ever shows up here again, don’t serve him. I certainly don’t need their bullshit or their business. It is 2012, right?!

    Saturday July 14, 2012:

So the #7 preset button on one of my pumps decided to stop working this morning. No worries. Who really needs a #7 preset button anyways? Apparently ME, because 4 people have already come in asking for $7 worth and I’ve had to manually fill their tank. #overlydramaticgasattendant

    Friday July 13, 2012:

$50 bills piss me off. It constantly throws my count into odd number land. And I’m sorry. I’m not properly schooled in counting “those” types of digits. “20, 40, 60, $50 bill, so that’s what a huuuuundred and ten?, here’s another 20…so that’s 130? wait..what..where’s my calculator? Shit, someone give me a 10 so I can get back to even steven. Oh bloody hell!” Just replaying what happens here on a daily basis. #gasattendantproblems

    Friday July 13, 2012:

“$20 regular please. And umm do you sell Milkbones here?”

    Thursday July 12, 2012:

Just another example of the ridiculousness we go through here on a pretty daily basis. Ford F-250 pulls in asking for $10 worth. Upon filling completion, he hands me this ziplock bag of holy goodness. Not having the strength to argue with him, I asked him to please hold tight while I count inside the office. My attendant was nice enough to volunteer to endure said task. 3 minutes into the count, he pulls away. Several minutes go by. Total count? $9.98. BUT, nestled in this monstrosity are not 1 by 2 Chuck E Cheese coins totaling 50 cents. $9.98 and 50 cents worth of Chuck E Cheese points? We cheated him! Yeah, that’s it.

I just can’t make this stuff up folks….

    Thursday July 12, 2012:

Customer comes in looking to fill his propane tank. He came up $2 short. Offered these bad boys instead. Hot summer day? Oh yes. We gladly accepted.

    Thursday July 12, 2012:

MARKET STUDY! INPUT NEEDED! Good morning my friends. The art of buying gas fascinates me. Taking a little survey. #1, Do you bargain shop and drive a bit out of your way to purchase gas? Or #2, Do you go to the station that is the most convenient for you, regardless of price?

Since taking over this station 3 months back, the oil market has fluctuated quite a bit. At one point, there was almost a 50 cents difference between my first day price and what I was currently selling it at.

But then I have my regulars. No matter what my price is, they will come in and fill the same dollar amount — $5, $10, $20, $2, etc. Since I am located just a 1/4 mile off the Garden State Parkway (Exit 80) and Route 9, I am one of those “convenient” gas stations.

As a consumer, I fell into the #2 category. If I have to drive even 2 miles out of my way for a few cents difference, it wasn’t worth it. My time meant more to me than saving a buck and change.

So, if you wouldn’t mind, please tell me what type of fuel consumer you are. Just curious. Many thanks!

    Thursday July 12, 2012:

Grandpa Customer: “Give me 20 Dollas cash money!” –> Tell me that doesn’t sound like a line from a rap song if said with a ‘lil bit of attitude….

    Thursday July 12, 2012:

Customer comes in with a Jeep Grand Cherokee and fills $5 worth. An hour later, he returns to my station. “Fucken A man, this damn thing ate up the $5 already. Give me $7.” Folks, it’s romantic moments like these that I wish I was just a nasty gas attendant and not an owner/operator with a vision. The colorful sarcastic possibilities that I could have ejected are endless….

    Wednesday July 11, 2012:

Dear Reincarnated Rajeev: I hope you have uber long hoses in this life. Your previous life was filled with customers who were very….well let’s just say….”special.” – Love, The Rajeev From Before.

    Wednesday July 11, 2012:

Customer pulls in with a sleeping child in the backseat. Half way through the fill, the son awakens. “Daddy, why do I smell gas?” –> “Because you’re in a gas station son.” –> “Oh okay.” Then, the son falls right back asleep. Yes indeedy folks. Adorable Moment #1 in the Life of a Gas Station Owner….

    Tuesday July 10, 2012:

“YOUR the boss?! But HE’S the one with the accent!” (Customer pointing to my employee). Oh the joys of owning a gas station….

    Tuesday July 10, 2012:

“You know how you have to pay for your beers, even though you drank ’em down and pee’d them out before ever leaving the bar? Yeah. Well, the same thing applies here.” That’s what I SHOULD have said to the customer who told me he shouldn’t have to pay for the gas that leaked onto the ground because he has a hole in his gas tank. Next time kids, next time….

    Tuesday July 10, 2012:

You know folks, it’s pretty amazing what you can get used to after working here for 3 months. Every third day, this bickering couple pulls in. The first handful of times, it made me very uncomfortable. I’d be standing next to their car, as they argue about how much to put in. Loudly I might add. Sometimes, it could take up to 3 minutes before receiving a confirmed dollar amount. Many times, I’ve left them to be and went off to help the new customers that have driven in. Now, when I see them from a distance, I purposely wait about a minute before walking up to their car. And they don’t mind. We all know the drill.

Now, if only I could understand what they’re saying….

The moral of the story kids? Learn Spanish in school. Knowing French at a 3 year old level is completely useless….

    Monday July 9, 2012:

I’m quite confident that if I ever meet the guy who frequently inflates my prices on gasbuddy.com ’cause he prolly works for a competing station, he’ll be receiving a scintillating punch to the clavicle….

    Monday July 9, 2012:

Customer asks for $2 of gas and then fills half my garbage can with smelly disgustingness. I’m not 100% certain yet, but I’m pretty sure I’m actually losing money on this deal….

    Friday July 6, 2012:

Customer pulls in while eating a waffle dripping with syrup. He puts the plate down so he can grab his wallet. I pretend to reach for it. “L’eggo my Eggo!” boasts Mr. Customer. Yessssss! I was so hoping he would say that! Totally made my morning….

    Friday July 6, 2012:

So, there I was. A little before the 6 o’clock hour. Doing a ‘lil price change before I officially open up. Had my trusty ladder in tow. As I’m up on that thing doing a pirouette while trying to keep my balance, a car drives by and the guy shouts “You suck asshole. You’re raping us!” Good thing I’m a sensational ballet dancer and was able to hold my ground. Stay smashing Dover Road….

    Thursday July 5, 2012:

Hey kids, ‘member that Friends episode when Ross got stuck in those leather pants? Yuppers…that’s pretty much how I’m feeling right about now. I’m thinking we’re going to have to call in for the Jaws of Life to get me out of these suckers later this afternoon….

    Thursday July 5, 2012:

Regular customer of mine pulls in. “Raj, I gotta say, I was just talking about you to a couple of my employees the other day. Whenever a car comes in, you hustle to tend to them. There’s this sense of happy urgency in your bounce. You’re never on your cell phone. You’re never mopey. I like that. There needs to be more guys like you working these stations.” –> One of the best compliments I have received since taking over this place. While there are folks who will take advantage of you, there are also people who truly appreciate your efforts. No greater feeling….

    Wednesday July 4, 2012:

In about 3 minutes, when this guy comes back from the 7-Eleven, he’s going to have way more fun than any of us….

    Wednesday July 4, 2012:

Customer: “Fill it up credit please.” –> Rajeev: “You got it.” Pump clicks off. I slowly start rounding it to the nearest dollar. Customer: “Stop! Stop! What the hell are you doing?! You’re not suppose to do that with a credit card! Stop!” –> Folks, we were at $19.87. Drama Queen to the Second Power….

    Wednesday July 4, 2012:

America rules. Unfortunately, there are some Americans that just plain suck. I’m pissed off, and I’m going to vent, as I wait for you and the rest of South Toms River, NJ to wake up.

I’m an honest man trying to run a legitimate business. I have compassion. I have heart. But, when you clearly take advantage of me, I wish nothing but pain and suffering for the rest of your days. Let me tell you a ‘lil story boys and girls.

Back in March, before I took over this station, I was sitting in the South Toms River Municipal Office applying for my Mercantile License. While I was filling out a whole bunch of forms, a guy was there picking up his marriage license. This is a small town with a generally friendly mentality. He introduced himself and we began to talk. Nice conversation. He was pretty honest from the start. He said he was getting married the next day and desperately needed a second job. He told me he was honest and trustworthy and flat out asked if I could hire him. I politely told him that I hadn’t figured out if I could afford more than one employee yet, but that I would definitely keep him in mind. He gave me his cell number and then we just started talking about random things. 15 minutes later, we parted ways.

A few weeks went by and he called me. I was now 2 weeks into running this station, and I had my one attendant on board. I kindly told him that I’m good with the staff, but that I’m hoping for a solid summer and if things go well, I might look to hire a part-timer. Again, I told him that I’ll give him a shout if that happens.

His one job is in one of the adjacent strip malls to my station. This is a small town, so you tend to run into the same people daily – when you’re getting lunch, grabbing a cup of coffee, whatever it may be. In fact, this guy came in a few times for gas and we would just BS. I even met his wife on one of these visits. She was charming, and he’s a funny guy who gets my quirky sense of humor. All in all, I really liked this guy.

Enter Monday, June 25. He drives into my station at 6:30am and rolls his window down. “Raj, listen, I was hoping you could really do me a favor. I’m desperate. I need to get up to Newark and I have no cash on me. Can you just spot me $20 of gas and I’ll come back tomorrow during the 7 o’clock hour and hit you back. You know where I work. You got my number. I’m not going anywhere.” As I detailed, him and I had established a nice repoire over the last 3 months. I didn’t even bat an eye. I filled up $20 worth and sent him on his way.

Tuesday rolls around and it was a nicely busy morning. By the time I sat down to enjoy my cup of Joe, I had realized it was way past the time he said he would come back. No worries. I had his number. I’ll call him later on towards lunch time. Around 1pm, I rang him. It went straight to voicemail. So, I left him a pleasant message. “What’s up man. Hope all is well. Just wondering when you can come back with my $20. Hit me up at your earliest convenience. Talk soon.”

As the days went on, I would periodically call him. And every time, it went straight to voicemail. Left 2 more messages, both still very polite. But, I knew at this point ringing would be pointless. It’s obvious that he didn’t pay his bill and his carrier shut off his phone. Time for Plan B.

Enter Friday June 29th. I decided to just walk over to his place of work, hoping to find him. He wasn’t on the schedule to work that day, but a coworker told me I can try back after 3pm the next day.

Enter Saturday June 30th. At 3:15pm, I stepped in there. He was noticeably shocked to see me. I didn’t even say a word. “Hey man. I got you. Let me finish with this customer and I’ll walk right over.” Cool. No worries. I’m finally getting paid back.

I took off a little early on Saturday and Sundays are my one day off to decompress. I told my attendant the situation and to receive his $20 when he walks over.

Enter Monday July 1st. When my attendant came in, I inquired. No show. I even scanned through surveillance footage to confirm this.

I thought about going back over with a note this time, in case he was not there. But folks, I’m a classy guy (at least I’d like to think so). I didn’t have any envelopes on me. I did not want to embarrass him in front of his coworkers or his boss. So, I waited.

Yesterday, I came to the station prepared. I brought an envelope from home. I began to write. “Dear ****, I helped you out in your time of need. I did you a favor because I am nice guy. Please do not take advantage of that. You have now broken 2 promises to stop back with the $20. Please do the right thing. – Raj.” I stuffed that note in, and sealed the envelope. I put his name on the outside.

I walked over. Again, I was told he’ll be in after 3pm. His boss was more than happy to pass my envelope to him.

Enter Independence Day. I walk in this morning to confirm what I knew was going to happen. Another no show.

As a new business owner, I’m trying to avoid confrontation. I’m the new guy in town. I bought into a business that was previously mismanaged. I thrive on challenges and I’m here to turn this place around. I don’t want any heat. I don’t want cop cars in my station for everyone to look at and make false assumptions. So, I’m forced to eat some of these losses that occur. Will I go under because of this $20? Certainly not. In fact, with all the tips we’ve been getting, it all kinda evens out. But, it doesn’t make me any less pissed off when people walk all over me. And for a guy who so desperately wanted me to hire him, what the hell is he thinking?!

I’m confident that I WILL need another staff member one day. And when that time comes, I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes it’s certainly not going to be him. Karma is a bitch. And I hope he gets what’s coming to him.

Happy 4th of July. Stay classy my friends!

    Tuesday July 3, 2012:

Between running around in the blazing sun juggling cars and filling propane tanks, I’m thinking about opening up my own weight loss clinic. Gotta think outside the box people, outside.the.box.

    Tuesday July 3, 2012:

“You should wear that American Indian costume [from Halloween years ago] and just record people’s reactions as you fill their tanks.” – Davin Alson, about 2 minutes ago. Pure.Brilliance.

    Tuesday July 3, 2012:

Cynical customer drives up, asks for $20, then gets out of his car to closely keep an eye on me and the pump. “So, how much do you people make here?” –> Rajeev: “Put it to you this way sir. I would bankrupt my business before ever coming close to cheating you or any other customer. Let’s just leave it at that.” –> Customer turns around, and gets back in his car without saying a word. I guess he agreed to leave it at that. Anyone keeping score?

    Tuesday July 3, 2012:

A regular old timer customer of mine pulls in. Rajeev: “So, are you doing anything special for the 4th?” –> Customer: “Oh yes. I’m going into Philly to see The Roots play. Love that group!” Rajeev was like a deer in headlights. Customer = Awesomeness.

    Monday July 2, 2012:

Almost had an impromptu threesome with my insurance agent and an Anderson Window salesman this morning. ‘Cause I’m kinky like that….

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