God damn I hate trashy people....I hope they all die.

[Doppelgänger]

I swear, I don't know why my "luck" beings me to tell such storied. I swear i'm not one of those 'got to have drama around me' people.....really. Why me?

Anyway.

So I leave the house for work and notice that I kinda need gas so I run down the street to the Mobil1 station since it's usually a few cents cheaper than the BP that is more "on my way" to work. So i'm sitting in the car while the worlds slowest pump attempts to give me 10 gallons (I literally listsned to 3 sonts..Linkin Park, Muse, Local-H....in the time it took this pump to fill up. Anway. So I see this stumbling scroungy white guy come walking into the gas station lot. Min you I am the only at the pump so go figure I can tell he is heading my way, but I pretend like I am typing a text and looking down at my phone. So this POS stands at my pass. window and starts yelling, but I don't look over....until he starts knocking on my window quite hard.

Oh hell no.

So I do look over and point while sternly say "do NOT touch this vehicle" to which he starts getting an attitude, "Who the fvck are you? Who do you think YOU are pointing at? Fvuck YOU!!" he starts yelling at me....and starts to walk around to the driver's side. Noting this, I quietly lock my door. So now i've got this sub-scum excuse of livving tissue stand at my door yelling various words and stuff and i'm looking forward just pretending he isn't there. Yeah, that was no problem until this motherfvcker starts making multiple attempts to open my door. Oh fuvk this. I hit 911 (but didn't dial..yet) on the phone, which only gets him going even more. He takes the bag of chips he is eating and throws them at my window and starts spelling his name out "Cristopher Coffman...yeah..tells those motherfvckers who I am, I don't care". I'm assuming that's how his name would be spelled as he attempted to draw two "C"s on my wondow while saying this. So now i'm in a situation I really don't care to be in. I could either open the door very quickly and knock him over and start beating the sh!t out of him, or hope he just goes away...but waiting longer could result in him damaging my car because he is obviously not afraid to get hands-on.

I wait it out.

So he finally walks off and goes and lays down on this old, ratty-ass couch that is in front of the gas station but is watching my like a frigging hawk. So by now, the pump is finally done, which means I have to get out of my car. I do, but with a quickness and then proceed to start to drive off. I turn around just to make sure he isn't coming back over and I see him bending over, get up, turn around and start throwing stuff at my car.
At this point, I do actually connect to 911 and reposrt the situation.

I really wish some people would die a slow, agonizing death....involving some kinda partial paralysis. Maybe he will get hit by a truck and thrown down in a ditch and the driver of the truck will keep on driving......