So my brother and I had a funny situation yesterday. This idiot at a Gas station yesterday didnt ring my shit up right and I got juiced for .50. My brother and I caught it immediately, However this dummy was operating at his full potential to write his name with a jumbo crayola. ( disclaimer: he wasnt an idiot by his vocation he just was...) Rather than hold up the other patrons any longer, explain the error 3 times and wait for the mngr. tell the story again....you get the picture. So we leave and I just cant let it go....to my brother's amusement. He says man that's just 2 quarters how much would an agent rip you off if you were famous, ha ha oh shit.....good point.
How would I handle that??
Let's see, probably like how Capt. Evel Kennevel handled that scumbag that had his hand in his pocket writing a B.S book about the Cpt. He went to this ass - Clown with a baseball bat.
Showed up to court in his custom cycle hauler with a bike in the back in his cool shades signed autographs and handled his business.
Evel had to give this guy a huge payout but he cant eat spicy food that isnt blended first probably ever again. ha ha.
all this for .50
Even I have to laugh.
--Pez
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