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Post some of the weirdest shit you see on a daily basis here.
I was prompted to start this thread due to a double feature of weirdness I saw at a gas station just now.
I was filling up, and watching a fellow parked in front of the store that was seated indian-style by his tire. the tires appeared to be brand new.
He had nail clippers, and was snipping off those little rubber threads that stick out of the side of the tires one by one, and carefully placing them on a napkin.
He finished the tire he was working on, stood up, dumped the little rubber bits in to his hand, placed them in his pocket, and sat down at the back tire and began snipping that one.
I watched him as I walked in, opened the door, and was going to have a little laugh about it with the cashier if I saw the cashier watching the process.
However, I looked behind the counter, nobody there. Over by the soda fountain was the cashier, shoe and sock on the floor, his foot up in the sink on the counter and he had it all sudsy with soap and was rinsing.
I was not going to exchange money with a guy that had wet, foot infected hands... so I turned around and walked right back out.
I think I was at a twilight zone gas station.
I was prompted to start this thread due to a double feature of weirdness I saw at a gas station just now.
I was filling up, and watching a fellow parked in front of the store that was seated indian-style by his tire. the tires appeared to be brand new.
He had nail clippers, and was snipping off those little rubber threads that stick out of the side of the tires one by one, and carefully placing them on a napkin.
He finished the tire he was working on, stood up, dumped the little rubber bits in to his hand, placed them in his pocket, and sat down at the back tire and began snipping that one.
I watched him as I walked in, opened the door, and was going to have a little laugh about it with the cashier if I saw the cashier watching the process.
However, I looked behind the counter, nobody there. Over by the soda fountain was the cashier, shoe and sock on the floor, his foot up in the sink on the counter and he had it all sudsy with soap and was rinsing.
I was not going to exchange money with a guy that had wet, foot infected hands... so I turned around and walked right back out.
I think I was at a twilight zone gas station.