Gassed Up at the Gas Station

I've written before about my exploits at the gas pump. And as we all know, times are rough these days. They're even rougher on those of us without jobs (that being me). I've filled my gas tank up the last couple times with change. In fact, I went in yesterday and put in 1.35. In change. Gas is currently about 2.35 in Georgia. The woman looked at me so stank when I gave the money to her. I think it was a combination of not wanting to count the change and not believing this guy just handed her a handful of change. Well, I don't know if this lady is reading this, but this message is for everybody else out there who's hatin': Stop looking at me foul when I put some change in the tank. Unless you're going to start chipping in on a tank, I don't want to hear it. I've got it rough right now. I went to college, then to portfolio school, and now I'm not working. I owe Uncle Same and Aunt Sallie Mae all kinds of money. I'm 27. I live at home. My parents tell me to clean my room and I still get asked where I'm going. I'm getting it from all angles right now. I don't want to hear it from cashier at the gas station too. Don't make me climb over that counter.