The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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I interviewed Suzanne over the phone. This memory taught Suzanne that not all people are as they seem, especially not famous people. She said that Dave was the rudest individual she had ever seen in her lifetime from this particular incident. Suzanne has always been good at telling if a person was bad or good from first impressions, and she mentioned that this memory played a role in her starting to develop that talent.

It was a typical boring morning at my local BP gas station just off of Market Street. I sat there in my confined space reading a book. My coworkers and I called this space, “the box.” It was a small cubicle with bullet-proof glass, similar to that of a toll booth but much smaller. My job was to collect cash and pump gas for people using the control mechanisms within my little box.

I looked at my watch and sighed. 8:57. It had been about two hours without a single customer. Not so much as a minute passed when some idiot came barreling down the street in a silver Corvette and made a sharp turn into the gas station. By the looks of it, the owner didn’t take good care of his car because there was a huge scratch that streaked across the silver paint, and he had at least one flat tire. The man, himself, was dressed very nicely with a slick black suit and checkered blue tie, almost like a businessman. In his car were two middle-aged ladies who were also very well-groomed in glittering dresses.

The man parked crookedly off the side of one of the gas pumps and stepped out of his car. Upon seeing his face, I realized that it was Dave Roberts, the weatherman for 6abc news, and two of his coworkers. He must’ve been in a hurry because the weather was usually reported at nine o’clock on the dot. He slammed the car door shut and marched up to the counter.

“Hello, sir,” I asked politely. “How are you doing this morning?”

 He then slammed his hands down on the small lip that stuck out from my box.

“Get out of the box and let me inside,” he barked. “I have to use your phone.”

His voice startled me and I nearly banged my head on the ceiling.

“I’m sorry sir, but no one is allowed inside the box,” I responded.

“Who do you think you are,” he scolded as he slammed his fists down once more. “Do you know who I am?” His pompous voice rang in my eardrums.

“Yeah,” I replied. “I know exactly who you are. But you’re still not allowed in this box.”

Furious, he stormed off and kicked the hood of his car multiple times. The two girls in the car were horrified. He turned back and made his way to my counter again but even angrier than before.

“Listen woman,” he blank. “I’m already late for work, so you better let me use your god damn phone right now!”

“I don’t like your tone,” I responded.

Steam started pouring out of his ears. He banged on the glass a couple times and flipped me off. The sound of his punch rattled in my box. He marched into the center of the street, flagged down some stranger’s car and took off with them, leaving the two ladies and his beaten-up car in the dust.

A Rude Awakening

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1980s
Philadelphia, PA

I interviewed Suzanne over the phone. This memory taught Suzanne that not all people are as they seem, especially not famous people. She said that Dave was the rudest individual she had ever seen in her lifetime from this particular incident. Suzanne has always been good at telling if a person was bad or good from first impressions, and she mentioned that this memory played a role in her starting to develop that talent.

Tags: Workplace
Decade: 1980s
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Recorded by Dylan Hogeland on June 6, 2018
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