Tales from the Motorway Part Two
I just cottoned on to the sheer amount of stupidityness I encountered on the job at the motorway service station in Canadia. I shall now regal you with another tale. Or, if you like, skip to the next reply, what the hell do I care?
Winter, 1998. A large portion of Ontario and Quebec was mauled by about 36 hours of freezing rain. There were massive power outages for weeks – we had no electricity to run our fuel pumps. Telephone lines were down all over the place, so there was virtually no communication. This was before the days of mobile phones. It was a national emergency. Look it up, it was called ‘ICE STORM 98’ by the papers. With uppercase letters.
Anyhoo, one day I was sitting there, reading all the dirty magazines (without CCTV to catch me, I had plenty of workwanks), when a man drives up looking for petrol. He tries the pump, ignoring the multitude of signs saying ‘No electricity, no phones’. I leave my humble pile of dirty tissues, and stroll outside to inform him he is out of luck, no petrol for him. He replies with “But I need gas.”
Erm…
Okay, in that case, I will personally repair all the downed power lines between here and the power station, just for you. Because you need gas.
The same day, a man comes in saying he needs to use our phone. When I tell him we have no phone lines, they are all broken, he rebuts, “It’s a toll free number, though,” he said.
Oh, okay, then.
Wankers.
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