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Jerry Can Jerks

 True story.

 I usually stop for gas at Costco, if I am in Saskatoon and the area. Five cents a liter? Sure thing. 

 What I will never do is make a special trip there just for fuel. Or, more importantly, never do the' jerry can dance' which is what some jerk was doing at the pumps two days ago.

 

 I pulled up to the short line. Two vehicles back from the pumps. A car ahead, and a pickup with a box cover, that soon moved into position.

 "Great. I'm up shortly."

  The driver of the truck stepped out, walked to and opened the box, and proceeded to remove eight jerry cans and set them on the ground.


 I watched him fill two cans, then replace the pump and take his receipt. Then he entered his information for the second time and filled two more cans, replaced the pump and took his receipt again. He repeated this process two more times until all the cans were full.


 By this time the car ahead, which had went ahead of "Jerry The Jerk" and backed into the forward pump, had filled his tank, and I was performing the same pain-in-the-ass maneuver. As I was entering my information in the pump, selecting my grade, and starting the pump, "Jerry" was setting eight full five gallon cans of gasoline in the back of his truck. He then locked the box, walked over to the pump, entered his information again and began to fill his truck with gas.


 By this time I was filled, finished, flat-broke, and out of there. 


 I have seen similar situations like this play out a few times, the time before it was a little toad of a man with "Fuck Trudeau" "Freedom" stickers all over his truck. I forgave him because it was clear that he was and remains a man who has been shortchanged in both body and brain. But this latest, with the taking a new receipt every ten gallons? I can only imagine that it started with a phone call...

 "Hey Frank, "Jerry" here, I'm going to Costco tomorrow. Do you have any gas cans you want me to fill?"

"Ya. I have a couple. Hey! Let me see if Uncle Al and Harold Smith need fuel as well. Five cents a liter off!"


 That's my story. I would never say that I "never lie", but today's rant in the trap is the total and complete truth. Fingers not crossed.


 Stay safe all.



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