Pole Position

Our gas station has some large, shiny silver pole that protects cars from running into gas pumps. I watch a customer pull up, whip her door open, and slam it against one of the poles. She then proceeds to furiously get out, scream with her head facing the heavens, and run into the gas station.

Customer: “I just hit my car door against one of your stupid poles!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, I saw.”

Customer: “You need to be more careful where you place those!”

Me: “Ma’am, those are stationary objects. You need to move around them.”

Customer: “Why should the customer be the one that has to f****** cater to where you leave your s***?!”

Me: “Because they have been cemented into the f****** ground for over twenty years, ma’am.”

She made a face like a scrunchie and stormed back out, not even getting any gas.