Things Are Going To Be OK(lahoma)

| USA | Boyfriend/Girlfriend

My boyfriend and I are on a very long road trip, as I am moving from my hometown in Connecticut to live with him in Oklahoma. One night we stop at a gas station to refuel and use the restroom.

There’s a very disheveled man in the little (closed) restaurant area of the station. When we come through the doors he gets up and starts talking to us, and being a very anxious person it makes me a little uncomfortable. My boyfriend just tells me to go to the bathroom, so I do.

When I come out, my boyfriend is sitting in a booth with the man, who is happily talking to him about nothing in particular. He is clearly not all there mentally, but harmless; he just doesn’t have anywhere to go. When I come to the booth he is very excitedly talking to my boyfriend about his boots.

My boyfriend chats with him for a while, but tells him we have to get going. He looks sad — my boyfriend was probably the first person to actually engage him in conversation for a while — until my boyfriend hands him a fifty and tells him to get something to eat and maybe a place to stay for the night. The man looks about to cry, he is so happy.

If I had any doubts about moving halfway across the country for that man, that pretty much banished them all.

He’s since started working in juvenile mental health, and is the favorite staff of a lot of troubled kids.


Not Quite Married To That Sale

| VA, USA | Flirting

(I am on my way home after work and stop to get gas. I am tired, and just ready to get home. There is a stand set up across the parking lot on the other side of the station but I don’t pay too much attention to it. The stand is being run by two guys, an older guy and one rather young. I am female. I absently see them smile and laugh to each other before the younger of the two jogs all the way over to my car, past multiple cars pulled up to get gas just like I am. He can’t be more than 16, and while I have a baby face, I am 25.)

Guy: “Howdy, how are you doing today?”

Me: *trying to not look as tired as I feel* “Hello. I’m making it through, thanks for asking.”

Guy: “I just wanted to show you this product here.” *he holds up a rag and a can of something* “Have you heard of [Rain Product for cars]?”

Me: “Yes, of course. It’s a neat product.”

Guy: *gives me a wide grin* “Well, this stuff is even better than that! I’m sure a beautiful girl like you hates to have to wash the windows, so here, let me show you.”

(He sprays my whole windshield before I can say anything. Knowing where this is going I start to play with my wedding ring in full view, just so there are no misunderstandings. He doesn’t even glance at my finger and keeps wiping down my windows while making remarks about how pretty and beautiful I am. He finally finishes, and my car is full so I am ready to go.)

Guy: “So how about it? It’s only [price] for two cans and they last a good long time. If you want, you can come on over to the table and get some, and maybe leave your number, too.” *He wiggles his eyebrows at me. I am trying to hold my laughter.*

Me: “Well, that does look like a nice product. Let me go home and discuss it with my husband and I may come back.”

(His face fell, and he quickly walked away, not bothering to demo his product for anyone else. When he reached the table I saw the older man throw his head back in laughter and hit him on the back. I almost felt bad for the kid.)

Needs To Break Down The Breakup

| USA | Engaged, Popular

(Admittedly, I can act a bit bratty, and my fiancé always graciously puts up with me. I also joke that I want to break up with him when I am grumpy. This happens when we go to get gas for my car.)

Me: “I don’t like you anymore.”

Fiancé: “Well, we could always be friends with benefits?”

Me: “Why would I want to do that? I don’t like you!”

Fiancé: “But I like having sex with you!”

Me: “Nope. Don’t like you.”

Fiancé: *in good humor* “Well, we could always just be friends.”

Me: *very bratty at this point* “I. Don’t. Like. You.”

Fiancé: *acts dejected*

(At this point, I jump out to pay for gas and he opens up the door to talk to me. I see this and posture.)

Me: *nastily* “What are you still doing here? I broke up with you!”

(I must have said it a touch too loud, because the attendant in the box a few feet away looks very concerned. He continues to watch me warily, as I get my gas, unaware of my fiancé laughing in the car at me.)

Me: *gets in* “You know, I think the cashier back there thought I was going to start a fight with you.”

Fiancé: *laughs* “Really?”

Me: “Yeah… I should probably watch what I say around strangers, huh?” *pause* “Oh, by the way, I don’t like you!”

(Yes. I obviously love him. And the saint he was had already hidden chocolate in the freezer for me.)

Never Too Old To Have A Crack At It

| TN, USA | Flirting

(An elderly man about 80 years old with a cane walks into the service station I work at and buys two 24 packs of water. I decided it would be nice to help him out to his car with them.)

Old Man: “You sure are a pretty young lady.”

Me: “Thank you.”

Old Man: “How old are you?”

Me: “24…”

Old Man: “I sure do like pretty young ladies. The girl I am dating now is 26.”

Me: *frowns*

Old Man: “She’s pregnant and she’s a crack w****. I’m going to get it tested when it comes out. I don’t think it’s mine. She actually prefers black guys but is just with me for my money so I am looking for a new woman. You interested?”

Me: “Not at all, sir. Now you have a nice day and good luck with… all that.”

(I shove his water in the car and walk back to the store face-palming all the way. When I get back in I tell my coworker what the old man said.)

Coworker: “I could have told you that would happen. I know him; he’s like that.”

Me: ” …then why didn’t you?!”

This Future Time It Worked

| Los Angeles, CA, USA | Flirting

(This was a four years ago, when I am a high school freshman. I have never had a girlfriend, let alone asked someone out. I am walking to school when I decide to stop by the nearby gas station to pick up a snack. When I get in line, there’s a girl in front of me.)

Girl: *drops bag of chips*

Me: *picks it up for her*

Girl: “Oh, thanks. Haha.”

Me: “No problem. And if you ever need help again, you have my number.”

Girl: “I don’t have your number, though?”

Me: “Ah, my bad. I was thinking two minutes ahead.”

(I got her number and we’ve been dating ever since. She’s still the only girlfriend I’ve ever had, but I’m not complaining.)

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