I was asked to repost this story............ Stealing Gas The High Country car rental place on spenard road used to be a Chevron station. One friday night I was on my way to cruise the strip and I pulled in to get some gas. I was 16 and did not have a credit card. Back then you just got the attendants attention and he would turn the pump on for you, you would pump your gas and then go in and pay. (Who remembers when you could do that?). So I pull in and I have a guy with me named Steve Salmond, we try and try to get the attendants attention with no luck so I say forget this I am out of here and off I go. I go up Spenard and turn right on to Benson. When I get to Arctic and the red light this big POS 4X4 pulls behind me and the the dude gets out with a tire iron. I have the top down and he walks up and tries to grab me by the shirt. I pull away and almost laid down in Steves lap and came up with a .380 and tell him to back off or I will blow his head off. He raises his hands out to his sides and dropped the tire iron. I have no Idea what is going on. The dude from the big POS 4X4 says you guys need to go back and pay for that gas you stole. WHAT!!!! You guys drove off without paying for your gas at the chevron station. I still have no Idea what is going on!!! Back story... Did my parents know I had a handgun? Why did I have a handgun? Where did I get a handgun? I will answer these questions in order... Did my parents know I had a handgun? NO!!! Why did I have a handgun? If you have ever owned a convertible then you know the feeling of vulnerability when riding with the top down. You do not have the cage around you. It does no good to lock the doors or roll up the windows. Where did I get a handgun? I was parked on 4th Ave and some street guy with a long nasty gray and yellow beard and matching teeth walks up to my car and asks me if I want to buy a gun. I say no. He said its real nice and only $100.00. Im like let me see it. He pulls out this real nice Walther PPK. I look at it totally disinterested and say $75.00. He said ok. So at 16 I bought a HOT handgun from a street person... that is why we are not allowed to vote at 16. We are stupid!! Back to my story... So we are in the middle of cruise traffic all the way over in the right hand lane across from McDonalds and Skateland. I lower the gun because he no longer had the tire iron. The guy said I have your license plate number and I can Identify both of you I side OK we will follow you back so we can straighten this out. He said ok... but I want your friend to ride with me so I dont have to chase you again. I said Im cool with that if Steve Is. Steve was cool with it and we went back to the Chevron Station. When we got back there I pulled up to the pump I had been in front of just a few minutes before.When I got out of my car I looked at the pump and realized just how big of morons I was dealing with and that this was going to be a non issue. The guy gets out as does Steve and the attendant comes out all mad and huffy. You guys thought you were going to get away with it HA!!! I said... this is the pump I was sitting at right... Right! And this is the pump you think I stole gas from... Right? Right I will pay for the gas if you can tell me one thing... Whats that? he said all snarkie Where did I put it? I pointed to the amount and it was 78 gals. I drove a MG Midget with a 7 gal tank. So I said all snarkie back... Do you want me to pop the trunk, so you can look in there? So they are both standing there looking at each other and doing a very good porky the pig impression a-the, a-the, a-the. I ask Are we done here? All he said was Yes. So we get back in the car and headed to Jams for a Macho Meat Burrito.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 00:01:00 +0000
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