dear those people at the gas station,
i think you perceived that i had seen you and disapproved somehow.
i did not disapprove of your motorcycle, which is bitchin'.
i did not disapprove of your tats. those are on your skin and your business.
i did not disapprove of your badass swagger. more power to you.
why i judged you and found you wanting was YOU WERE SMOKING AT THE GAS PUMP. granted, most times at the gas pump the accumulated fumed do not coalesce into a ball of flame, but if they're going to do so, someone smoking that close to the working nozzle is a good way for that to happen, especially on a hot day.
don't be an asshat.
love, flask
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