creeper.

i went to get gas for my car today, right after school. (well i went home first on accident but remembered just as i pulled into my spot at my house; but thats a different story)
i pull into the costco gas station and AMAZING! i pulled right up to a pump and got gas. well i'm doing the whole credit card part pick your gasoline--when i hear this long drawn out belch on the other side of the pump. i kinda laughed..not audibly, or anything. it was just kinda funny. but gross, at the same time. i mean, i may do it too, but i do it when my friends are around to laugh with me. if i'm by myself in public i dont belch like that. thats just weird. so i was laughing, AT them. whoever they were, i couldnt tell.
so then i start actually pumping the gas, standing next to it while my tank fills up. and this fat old man in a hawaiian shirt and sunglasses (looking something like mike's friend sam from burn notice if anyone watches that--and if you dont, you should. new season starts thursday on USA!!!) is pumping his black sleek car with gas...then he turns around and sees me. sick. he puts his hand on the pump and leans agains it, trying to look all cool and looks straight at me and says "Hey, how's it goin?" and smiles that sleazebag smile. i was looking straight at him. and then i ignored his question and looked away. i think i made a disgusted face too. but then i was afraid that he was mafia or something. you know all the crazy thoughts that go through your head when you're alone and some slimeball looks at you.. so i was hurrying my pump up..by fretting and twisting my hands until i could just get the heck out of there. then the receipt took forever to print out.. and then someone was almost blocking my way out of there because they hadnt backed up to the pump correctly (idiots) but i just went through anyway, hoping i wouldnt hit them. that guy really gave me the creeps. who does that? no one talks to each other at gas stations. unless you happen to run into someone you know previously. then its a little "hi" or something. not a creepy old hawaiian tshirt man trying to strike up a real conversation with a seventeen year old high school girl. oh & then i got really paranoid when i saw a black shiny car following me for a while in my rearview mirror..so i just took the scenic route home till i lost the black car. it was just paranoia though..i dont even think it was the same black car. ughhh.. it still bothers me. the look on his face! siiiickk.

WHAT A CREEPER!