This weekend I spent a day up in Cibolo, TX with a small group of friends. It was suppose to be a larger group, but several weren't able to attend. It was my first time away for non-business purposes. I enjoyed myself, but I did miss Ker.
The trip started off very interesting. On the way over to M's house I was pulled over by the Highway Patrol - thankfully I received a warning. After reaching M's house we headed out in her vehicle, stopping at Burger King to grab a bite to eat and for her to pick up a pack pf lung killers. While walking into the store, which shares space with a gas station, I hear a very loud thwack, turned, looked, and ducked. (you never know if someone is shooting you know.) What I heard and then saw turns out to be some idiot in a white durnago driving off with the gas pump still in his gas tank. he ripped the hose right out of the pump. He gets out of of his truck, pulls the nozzle out of his gas tank, walks it back to the pump, hans it up, and drives off.
I stand there amazed and laughing. Laughing that I most likely looked like an idiot ducking and amazed some fireball didn't erupt. We laughed about it during the drive up and when we retold the story to the friends we met in Cibilo.
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