Half-Baked Fill Up

Dude, we are so high.....

My gas light came on during my afternoon jaunt home.  I stopped by one of the local small town stop n’shop type places to refill. The pumps were all pre-pay so I had to run inside. As I was walking into the store to pay I heard a voice yell “Hey man, what do you know about this gas station?” I turned around to answer my interrogator. I thought to myself “they sell gas, duh” but just responded with a “What?” As I turned around I saw a Justin Bieber-esque high school boy running at me with a blank look in his eyes and a confused look on his face. He ran up to me and again the questioning began. “Hey maaaaaan, do you know if they have good gas here? I bought some gas in town last week and it only lasted half as long as usual. I think it was baaaaaad.” I wasn’t sure what to say, I had previously bought gas at the station he was bashing as well as the one I happened to stop at on this very day. I responded “I haven’t had any issues with gas from either place, not sure what the problem is.” By this time I noticed a certain aroma about him that was very distinct. I thought the guy was a dumbass, it turns out he was a high dumbass. He carried on: “I think I have a hole in my gas tank, this only happened one time, but there has to be a hole.” The only thing with a hole was his logic or lack thereof. Most likely what happened was the moron only filled up halfway hence the mileage was half of the usual amount.  I walked in the store and carried on with my business. I grabbed a pop and headed to the register. The dope smoking Bieber doppelganger was in line in front of me. He paid for his gas and walked out. The clerk laughed “he is so baked; he doesn’t know what’s going on. He asked me some crap about if we have good gas.” So we both watched him walk out to his car and get in. The clerk looked at me and muttered “I bet he drives off, just watch.” So we did, and he drove off. He paid for the gas but forgot to pump it. We stood there and laughed. Someone pulled in to the pump right after he left. I guess someone got some free gas. Here are my thoughts on the whole thing: If you want to get high and kill brain cells at home, whoopdi-frickin-doo-da, good for you! Fry your fricken mind, just don’t do it around me, and for God’s sake, don’t drive. The world doesn’t need more idiots. Hey! Do you want fries with that? If you can remember that question you have a bright future as a fry cook…..nice job SpongeBob SquarePants! Not everyone can be a rocket scientist; you’re just sealing the deal. Today scared me a bit and reinforced my views on the younger generations…..I have seen the future and the future is f-u-c-t! Yes, I know its spelled wrong, just sound it out!