One Of A Kind

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After I finished pumping petrol at Esso, I headed straight into the station's store for the cashier counter.

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Now we all know the entrance to these stores are all swing glass doors - this particular one had labels indicating 'push' from the outside and 'pull' from the inside. The entrance is actually big enough for two people to go through side by side at the same time.

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At the same time I was pushing the door to go in, a pudgy uncle from the inside was pushing the same panel to go out.

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Realising his action, I played the gentleman and released the door, so he could make his way out.

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I was lucky too because his brute force used on the door nearly bowled my nose, which I avoided in time by side-stepping to the right immediately.

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The pudgy uncle shoved the door wide-open now, and immediately after blurted out to me in the most condescending tone I've never heard in a long, long time.

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"Can't you see I'm coming out?" he exclaimed arrogantly, even as the other motorists stood rooted staring at his outburst.

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I'm not the type to initiate a Bruce Lee Kick Of Death at a petrol station just yet, but this cockroach deserves a piece of me, and I wasn't letting go of his anal action so easily.

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Quickly I rebutted "Can't you see the label put 'push' on myside and 'pull' on your side?"

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Like a blur sotong, he stared at the small signage on the doors, but not before muttering something softly, saying, "put so small who can see..." .

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As I stood triumphant on the steps of the small kiosk feeling like Superman, the cashier auntie suddenly hollered on the mic, her nasal tone blearing across the whole station telling me to hurry up and pay $23.50 for Pump Number 5.