If I'm doing more than paying for the gas, and the place is busy, I move the bike. Preferably in the direction of the guy behind the counter so he understands what's going on.
Had a drama with a guy one evening at the air pump at my local station, I'd filled one tyre then had to move the bike a few feet to get the valve on the other wheel to a position where I could access it. This plonker grabs the house and starts to do his car. "You were fucking around." says he.
I turned the air off, he turned it on, etc, etc, until another guy came and I thought he shouldn't be held up as he wasn't a party to the dispute.
The newcomer saw enough to figure out what had happened and an ex-biker himself was sympathetic and we had a brief chat which allowed me to come down off my little angry high (low?).
Maybe I should take up transendental meditation, but then again why should the ignorant arseholes get their way all the time.
There is a grey blur, and a green blur. I try to stay on the grey one. - Joey Dunlop
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