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Wednesday, May 15, 2002

i can't believe i forgot to write about this yesterday. oy.

anyway. i frequent a local gas station to buy gas. and cigarettes. and sometimes those little debbie zebra cake things. but i'm digressing already. anyway. (again.) i had this horrific three hour meeting last night. and when i got out, i drove to the gas station to buy a pack of smokes. and the guy was working. i don't know if i've talked about the guy before... but he's....weird.

so i walk in and ask for a pack of smokes and he cards me. i hand over my driver's license and he stares at it for about three whole minutes and just says "wow. what a birthday." (yes, my birthday is september eleventh.) and i just stare at him and say, "yeah. it was great. can i have my driver's license back?"

he stares at me strangely. "are you ok? you seem a little shaky."

"i'm fine."

he raised an eyebrow at me.

"it's been a long day. i'm ok, seriously."

"you sure?"

"yes."

but see... here's the thing. he's carded me about eleven million times. and each time he stares at my license and makes some asinine comment about how i'm so unfortunate to have been born on september eleventh. and then i have to come up with some retort about how i should've had more foresight back in the womb and waited an extra 15 minutes so that i'd have been born on the twelfth.

i don't get it. this has to be the most annoying series of verbal exchanges i've had in my life. every time i walk up to the doors of the gas station and see him working, i curse because i know what's coming.

life is so unfair. all i want to do is slowly destroy myself by inhaling burning rat poison and rocket fuel rolled up in a little tube of tobacco and paper. i don't want to talk about my birthday woes with gas station guy.

(besides... out of all the bad birthdays i've had, this one wasn't even the worst. 17.... now that one sucked.)





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