I get a delivery (sold car, needs to be gassed up and washed before customer picks it up) today and get to the gas station with it (2003 Dodge Stratus R/T). I get there and all the pumps are taken except numbers 1 and 3 which are besides eachother. But, there is a new white Galant with some 16's or 17's on it taking up both pumps and the owner/owners are nowhere to be seen. I wouldn't get pissed if the car was there to be gassed up or anything, but it's just taking up the space and there's no way for me to get to either of the pumps. I go inside the station and there are these 4 guys there relaxing and chatting. I automatically assume these are the owners and there's one dude in particular that stands out (blond hair with spikes, pretty boy wanna be) and who seems to be listened to by the others.



Me: Yo, that your Galant out there?

Him: Yeah, that's my car.

Me: Would you mind moving it I need to get to the pumps?

Him: Excume me?

Me: I said move your car, I need to get to the pumps.



Now he raises his voice and this is the part that starts to get me pissed off.



Him: Man what the **** is your problem, I said I'd move it in a minute. (He steps about 1.5 feet in front of me and his boys move aside, I figure they don't want any problems!!!)



I wouldn't have said **** to him if he just went out and moved his car without being an ******* but he said **** and there are people in the station so I'm pissed as ****. BTW, these guys are all medium built my age and maybe 1 or 2 inches taller then me, but I'm not scared because I know the attendent at the station since I see him everyday, plus, I know he has a 12 guage behind the counter ready to blast whomever points and screams, okay, maybe threaten to blast.



Me: Look dude, watch your language because I asked you nicely to move your car out of a spot it isn't supposed to be at. Now are you going to move it or are we gonna have problems?



Him: We're gonna have problems **********er, I'll see you outside.



Ah ****, no he didn't, he called me **********er!!! God damn, not **********er, everything except that, why did he have to mess with my mom?



Him and his boys step outside and the station attendent asks me not to do anything stupid because it's bad for the pumps image and some ****.



I figure I'm out numbered if his friends deside to jump in so I call my crew of 3 other porters on the job with me.



NOTE: the Shell is about 100 yards from the dealership.



I go outside and the guy takes his shirt off and gets into a boxing kind of stance. I'm about ready to laugh my *** off when my guys pull up in my boy Deon's Escalade.



Note on Deon: 6 foot 1 black guy, 230 all muscle!!!



The other guys are my height and well built.



They get out and almost immediatly I hear: Wassup D, whas going on baby?



LOL, that's Deon HAHA.



Pretty Boy: Look bro (now he called me bro and not moterfucker, hmm that's interesting) I don't want any problems!!!



Deon: Well now you're gonna get em Bitch, you fucked with the wrong person today.



Pretty Boy's crew split into the Galant with their dicks tucked into their asses.



Me: Get the **** outta here **********er before I split your dick in half!!! (I said that, I swear LOL)



He takes his shirt and gets into the car without looking my way again.



HAHA, I thought that if I'm gonna get fucked up, I might as well even my odds a bit and call my people. But yeah, I would have messed him up I think if it was gonna be him and me alone.



I get my gas, my boys wait for me incase pretty boy decides he wants a go at me when I'm alone and we get back to the dealership!!!





Yeah, I'm a badass. LOL

 

Sounds like a movie scene dude.

 

hahahahahahahahah, what a *****...... you should have laughed in his face when he picked his shirt up and walked away

 

****......... that was a great b day present from deon

 

HeHe, it was supposed to!!! I love to write, hope I get a book out by the time I'm 25. I think that if you're gonna read something that long, you might as well be entertained, right?





Yep, he always has my backa nytime I need him and vice versa. Plus, that Escalade is SICK. It's Cream White with 22" chrome rims and a killer sound system. He works his *** off for that car, he another two jobs besides this porter gig.

 

deon = the man

 

I used to want to be a writer...I don't really know what happened with that aspiration.

 

Writing is dope, it's just liberating for me, putting **** on paper is something I've always loved doing.

 

Good stuff, man.

 

great story D.







but maybe you'd better watch your back, they might be in the 4400 cash posse