Pumping Gas Is Not His Calling

(I pull into a gas station and park by the store. An employee is sitting on a ledge, having a cigarette.)

Me: “Excuse me, do you work here?”

Employee: “Yep.”

Me: “Does this store pump gas for disabled customers?”

Employee: *walking to my car* “Go to pumps three or four. There’s a sticker on the pump with the store phone number on it. Dial that number, tell them you need assistance, and someone will come pump your gas.”

Me: “Thank you so much!”

(I drive to pump four, get out my cell phone, and dial the number. The employee walks up to me.)

Employee: “See, that’s the number. All you have to do is call that number.”

Me: “Great! That’s what I’m doing!”

Employee: “Oh, did you want assistance?”

Me: “Uh… yes…”

Employee: “I’ll be happy to pump your gas for you!”

(Which he proceeded to do.)