Screaming For Fuel Until You’re White In The Face
(While I’m filling my car I observe a man trying to work the pump across from me, and speaking out loud in a very noticeable accent.)
Customer: “Why won’t this work? Declined again!” *pushes intercom button for gas station attendant service* “It keeps saying my credit card is declined; I don’t know why it isn’t working!”
Attendant: “Please come inside the store, sir, and you can prepay your fuel in here.”
Customer: “I just don’t understand why it isn’t working!”
Attendant: “You will have to come into the store to pay if the machine isn’t working.”
(This repeats for about six minutes. As I walk towards him to go into the store, I ask him:)
Me: “How long have you been in Canada, now?”
Customer: “Only three days. This pump isn’t working right, and the employee isn’t coming to help me!”
(As I pass by I tap the, admittedly, poorly-phrased sign on the pump: “Foreigners, please pre-pay for fuel inside store.” He takes a second to read it, then hollers after me:)
Customer: “But I’m white!“
(As I left he was still out there trying to argue with both the pump and the attendant, via intercom, that the card reader wasn’t working, and he still hadn’t made any attempt to enter the store. I tried one more time on my way by to explain to him that the pump didn’t care about his ethnicity; it just couldn’t read cards that weren’t issued in Canada. He was just going to have to go inside if he wanted gas! He was still standing outside when I drove off.)