Red Mosquito

E.H. Ruddock wrote:The boomerang feature on social media posts

E.H. Ruddock wrote:The boomerang feature on social media posts

E.H. Ruddock wrote:The boomerang feature on social media posts

B wrote:This is totally rational, but I have nowhere else to post this.

I went to a gas station today. Ten or so pumps were all full and cars were lined up, so I got behind a pick-up truck. No one was at the pump, so I figured he was inside paying. I sat there for 10 minutes and no one came out of the store, and eventually a pump next to the truck opened up.

I backed up and drove around the pumps, so I could get to the open pump on the correct side. Somehow I made it without someone stealing the spot. I start pumping and look up, and that mother fucker in the truck was just sitting in his cab talking on his phone. When I finished pumping my gas, people were lining up again, and he was STILL sitting in his cab talking on the phone.

I never wanted to drag a person from their car and pummel them so badly in my life.

washing machine wrote:

B wrote:This is totally rational, but I have nowhere else to post this.

I went to a gas station today. Ten or so pumps were all full and cars were lined up, so I got behind a pick-up truck. No one was at the pump, so I figured he was inside paying. I sat there for 10 minutes and no one came out of the store, and eventually a pump next to the truck opened up.

I backed up and drove around the pumps, so I could get to the open pump on the correct side. Somehow I made it without someone stealing the spot. I start pumping and look up, and that mother fucker in the truck was just sitting in his cab talking on his phone. When I finished pumping my gas, people were lining up again, and he was STILL sitting in his cab talking on the phone.

I never wanted to drag a person from their car and pummel them so badly in my life.

Have you ever pulled up to an empty spot, went to swipe your card, and some dude in a vehicle on the other side frantically run up to you saying "wait wait! I just paid and I'm about to use this pump on the other side!" ?

B wrote:

washing machine wrote:

B wrote:This is totally rational, but I have nowhere else to post this.

I went to a gas station today. Ten or so pumps were all full and cars were lined up, so I got behind a pick-up truck. No one was at the pump, so I figured he was inside paying. I sat there for 10 minutes and no one came out of the store, and eventually a pump next to the truck opened up.

I backed up and drove around the pumps, so I could get to the open pump on the correct side. Somehow I made it without someone stealing the spot. I start pumping and look up, and that mother fucker in the truck was just sitting in his cab talking on his phone. When I finished pumping my gas, people were lining up again, and he was STILL sitting in his cab talking on the phone.

I never wanted to drag a person from their car and pummel them so badly in my life.

Have you ever pulled up to an empty spot, went to swipe your card, and some dude in a vehicle on the other side frantically run up to you saying "wait wait! I just paid and I'm about to use this pump on the other side!" ?

Um .... no ... please go on.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tragabigzanda wrote:The kitchen sink multi-hyphenate Instagram bio. Something like “Mom | Wife | 5K race addict | Weekend oenophile | Occasional bird-watcher and life-observer | Environmental warrior | Closet Ellen fan | Human | #MyBodyMyRules”

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

washing machine wrote:Yeah I googled cheugy just like trag opened a few months ago, in a whole world of understanding opened up

washing machine wrote:

B wrote:

washing machine wrote:

B wrote:This is totally rational, but I have nowhere else to post this.

I went to a gas station today. Ten or so pumps were all full and cars were lined up, so I got behind a pick-up truck. No one was at the pump, so I figured he was inside paying. I sat there for 10 minutes and no one came out of the store, and eventually a pump next to the truck opened up.

I backed up and drove around the pumps, so I could get to the open pump on the correct side. Somehow I made it without someone stealing the spot. I start pumping and look up, and that mother fucker in the truck was just sitting in his cab talking on his phone. When I finished pumping my gas, people were lining up again, and he was STILL sitting in his cab talking on the phone.

I never wanted to drag a person from their car and pummel them so badly in my life.

Have you ever pulled up to an empty spot, went to swipe your card, and some dude in a vehicle on the other side frantically run up to you saying "wait wait! I just paid and I'm about to use this pump on the other side!" ?

Um .... no ... please go on.

The clarification is in the edit above.

Basically, the guy just parked the wrong way and made it work for him.