It was cold last night. Bitterly cold. The car was low on petrol and the tyres felt soft so I pulled into the garage to refuel. I filled up the tank, paid for it and drove twenty feet over to the so-called service area.
I got out, down on bended knee, unscrewed the little yoke that keeps the air in the tyres and reached for the air dispenser. It was stuck. It was stuck because THEY had it made it so. It was like a trolley bay. I thought I was at the supermarket. THEY wanted me to pay 1 euro for air. Seriously lads come off it, 1 euro for air... what next? I was fuming. I tugged it to make sure I couldn't somehow angle it so that it would just reach the tyres without paying. It wouldn't. Screw that! I drove off in a huff having put my cap back on my valve with frozen blue fingers. I'm never buying petrol in that place again. Scabby feckers. Hasn't anybody told them that the Tiger has left the building... 1 euro for air. They've lost the plot!
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Good post.
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