The most non-sketch gas station in a three mile radius.

I needed gas in the worst way, but didn't want to go to any gas stations super near to my apartment because I live midcity. Since I work at the midcity hospital, I knew that I didn't want to stop at the gas station across the street. So I went to a gas station down the street lol.

It's near a YMCA, so I knew it was safe.


As I'm pumping my gas I hear this conversation (more or less like this, and I'm putting a censor on.)

woman: Don't you be putting that shnoz up in my car!
man: What the french toast?! (from the orbit commercial)
woman: I TOLD you.
(more yelling, but I couldn't make out what they were yelling about because they were yelling at the same time and my brain can't distinguish the words that well.)
Man: Maaaaaaaaaayyyne, you as ghetto as ghetto mothertruckers come.
Woman: (yells back some shrieky big mama words)
Man: You are SO GHETTO.
Woman: (still yelling, but unclearly)
Man: Oh my GAWD, If i wasn't on parole......


That is real life. I'M GOING TO SEE JOHN MAYER ON WEDNESDAY. "tsk" if you want, but I still like him.