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8trackmind
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I'm coasting up to a red light when I look in My right mirror and notice this goofy looking guy running (well, staggering quickly) up the sidewalk towards Me at an alarming pace. He's twisting his wrist in a "throttle-like" gesture and shouting at Me to; "open it up, open that muff-hugger up"...Needless to say, I didn't "open it up"
The light turns green so I take off and turn into the gas station 'cause I know I'm about two miles from hitting reserve. The drunk is now at the other side of the intersection yelling some nonsense at Me again.
I ignored Him and went in to pay for My gas. As I walk up to the register, the bum hits the front door at a dead run. He bursts inside and askes Me at the top of His lungs: "what size engine you got in that 350?" 8O
Of course I was the only person in the store who saw the humor in that statement so, I chuckled a bit as I paid the cashier.
By the time I get back to the pump, The bums had somehow multiplied to three. I now have a full blown bum bench racing convention going on. As I pumped My fuel, the lead bum decided to tell Me all about the 427 Camero he has at home :roll: The last ten cents of fuel seemed to take about an HOUR to come out.
So, I finally get My gas pumped and hit the road. I get going out into the intersection, (you guessed it, a red light) They start running towards Me through the parking lot. 8O As the light turned green, The lead bum pipes up again... "open it up, open that muff-hugger up"...That time, I did.
The light turns green so I take off and turn into the gas station 'cause I know I'm about two miles from hitting reserve. The drunk is now at the other side of the intersection yelling some nonsense at Me again.
I ignored Him and went in to pay for My gas. As I walk up to the register, the bum hits the front door at a dead run. He bursts inside and askes Me at the top of His lungs: "what size engine you got in that 350?" 8O
Of course I was the only person in the store who saw the humor in that statement so, I chuckled a bit as I paid the cashier.
By the time I get back to the pump, The bums had somehow multiplied to three. I now have a full blown bum bench racing convention going on. As I pumped My fuel, the lead bum decided to tell Me all about the 427 Camero he has at home :roll: The last ten cents of fuel seemed to take about an HOUR to come out.
So, I finally get My gas pumped and hit the road. I get going out into the intersection, (you guessed it, a red light) They start running towards Me through the parking lot. 8O As the light turned green, The lead bum pipes up again... "open it up, open that muff-hugger up"...That time, I did.
