I Told Her What To Do With Her Freckles

I've been a little blog happy this past week but here I go again. I had a little experience at the gas station yesterday that I thought would be worth sharing. But first I must preface it with a story from the past. When I was quite pregnant with my first child I was a working girl. I worked at the church office building with a lot of other working girls. One girl (we'll call her...Debbie....'cause that was her name) was there for just a short time before leaving on a mission. She was the kind of girl I'd have stayed away from in jr. high or high school. Kind of intimidating, the mean girl type. Debbie had more freckles on her face than I'd ever seen on a face before. One day as all of the girls in the office were going on a break together, Debbie thought it would be funny to stick out her foot and trip me (remember I'm about 6 months pregnant). When I recovered from the trip I looked her strait in the eye and said, "you ever do anything like that again, I'll pull all those freckles off your face and shove them down your throat." Over the years as I've shared experiences of people "bugging" me, my father-in-law has said to me, "Hap, did you tell 'em what to do with their freckles?" So for yesterdays story. I've been going to Chevron on 4th north and 5th west for years to fill up my car. For well over a year now I've meticulously and successfully planned to fill my car every other Wednesday because you get a free carwash when you use your Chevron card and you get at least 8 gallons. Due to the rising cost of gas (Chevron, most expensive) I've been filling up at Costco all winter. But yesterday I decided that I was going to Chevron because my car was filthy and they have the best carwash. Mike decides he's going too. But first, I (Apollonian) have to call Chevron and make sure they still do the Wednesday deal. When the lady answers, I ask my question. She responds "yes". So off to Chevron. After filling our cars Mike and I both go into the mini, mini mart to present our receipts and get our carwash codes. The lady asks, "are you the one who called on the phone?" I give her a big smile (I always try to be a friendly customer) and I tell her that I am. She then goes off on this lecture about how she is sorry but she has no patience for people calling her on the phone. She's there all alone and if the phone rings she has to answer it (I work at a Drs. office and have 5 telephone lines to answer, charts to take care of and patients to check-in, often all at the same time), Mike and I are just standing there listening as she goes on and on, and then she hands us our "free" carwash codes...you know the ones that cost us 3.85 and 9/10 a gallon to qualify for. She continues by saying if we want to know about the carwash, just come in to get our gas and ask about it when we get there. I took my carwash and smiled and said "thanks," then looked her in the eye and added, "I don't want to come in and ask about the carwash, if I'm not going to get a free carwash I'm going to Costco to get my gas." Her mouth was left open and speechless. I think I pretty much told her what to do with her freckles.