A month ago a trucker came in, waited in line about ten minutes, when it was his turn he said, ” I locked my keys in my truck man, ya got a hanger?”

“Sorry man , we’re fresh outta hangers”, I said. Thinking to myself, geez, this is a gas station not Walmart.

“How’m I sup’sed ta gey my keys outta my truck?”, He asked me ,dumb look plastered on his dumb hick face.

Gawd how I hate my job.

Now the guys big rig is blocking all the pumps.

“Yo, dude” I said, “What are ya doing?”

“I can’t get in my truck man ,sorry”, the dumb trucker says.

I went back inside , came out with a baseball bat, took a swing that Barry Bonds would envy, and smashed the drivers side window to smitherines.

“Problem solved, “I said matter of factly and walked calmly back inside.

The trucker stared at me, said nothing, got in his truck and drove away.