As usual, Hess is busy so I navigate towards an end pump and pull up behind someone. There is a person in front of me and next to me is a man filling up his red container with gas.
I figure, whoever gets done first, I’ll either pull forward or back up.
The man next to me is done filling up his container so I begin to back up only to realize that there is quite a traffic jam so I keep my car in reverse and stay put. A man pulls up next to me and is eyeing my pump. I still don’t back up because he’s relatively close to my car and I don’t want to hit anything.
The next thing I know, the man is backing up to my bumper. There’s no way he could even be able to get gas, it was obviously my spot, he had no room.
So, now there are three cars lined up at two pumps.
We then begin a battle of yelling at each other through our rear view mirrors. “I’M USING IT! I WAS HERE FIRST!” but does he move, no. He just throws his hand out the window and waving it all around. I eventually got out of the car to start filling up and he decided it was time to find another spot.
Because I look young, people try to push me around. It’s always “me first” around here. I certainly don’t want to get in an accident at a gas station and blow anything up but I also waited my time and looked around.