I almost ran out of gas while driving to the gas station today. Literally almost ran out; like my gas light has been on for two days, my car was telling me I had 0 miles left in my tank, and the arm was pretty much below the empty line. Why did I let it get so low? That is what my friend asked me today after I sent her a picture message of my dashboard as I was stopped at a red light trying to get to the gas station. I assure you, I have a perfectly good reason for this! I hate gas stations. I truly hate them, and try to avoid going unless it is absolutely necessary!
My aversion to gas stations began when I was 16, and has only continued to grow. When I was 16, I normally got honked at or had some inappropriate comment/whistle shouted in my direction. As I have mentioned before, I don’t like being the center of attention or encountering strangers that seem like giant creepers. I mean, who really likes/enjoys/appreciates these douche bags?! So I started to get gas at night, so people couldn’t see me as well from the road, and this helped for awhile. But then as if the creepers knew what I was doing, the ones pumping gas near me would try to talk to me. I generally sit in my car to avoid this, but during winter with the dry air and static issue (my mother scared me to death with talks of sparks igniting the gas and me becoming a flaming inferno of death) I generally freeze outside my car. So I taken to pretending that I can’t hear creepers when they say something to me.
I have had way too many strange men come up and say some pretty disgusting and terrifying things to me, as a *single* young woman, living in a big city. I have had men ask me out (annoying), a cop telling me that I was “plum sexy” (very annoying seeing as my car was towed), some follow me for a bit in stores (mildly scary), a seemingly drunk man tell me that he wanted to eat me (scary), and one just recently that told me he could like his eyebrows with his tongue (scary and gross), and a guy shout a ‘compliment’ (harassing of course) at me, then proceed to follow me around a parking lot for several minutes (terrifying). I mean with stuff like this occurring can one blame me? I may add that in general, I am not all done up and looking cute. More often than not, I look like garbage in my opinion. AKA hair not clean and in a ponytail, no makeup, and jeans. The other day, I was super hungover and had to get gas. I was in my clothes from the night before, I had not brushed my hair, and I was most likely a shade of green. This guy walked from his car (parked in front of the mini-store) towards mine to tell me that I was “a traffic stopper.” Well, I was hungover, and instead of pretending I didn’t hear him, I just looked at him and said, “What?!” Simply because at that point in time I looked like I was on the verge of death. He repeated it, and I must have had a very puzzled/nauseated look on my face. He mumbled that it was supposed to be a compliment and walked away. I have been trying, unsuccessfully, to put air in a practically flat tire, and some old creeper walked up, looked me up and down, asked me if I needed help with the hose and winked at me. I said that I was done, then I climbed in my car and drove off with my tire still flat.
I think that my hate for gas stations is perfectly understandable, and is in no way, shape, form ridiculous or overly dramatic. I just wish that people would leave me the hell alone! I am not friendly, I do not smile, I do not invite these fuckers to plague me, so just please, please, PLEASE leave me the fuck alone!
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