I'm sorry I had my hands full. It's 4am, at a gas station. I acknowledged you were there, why'd you keep banging on the window? I apologized for the delay, and then your proceed to bitch at me about the stupid pass through box and all the time you're wasting. Yes! The stupid box is awkward! But have you seen the customers one gets in the AM? The drunkards from the bar across the street? The druggies that live in the neighbourhood all tweaky and freaked? Remember the woman who had her throat slit five years ago when a schitzophrenic guy robbed a Dartmouth gas station? I'm a chick! Some of the drunkies have made clear they'd love to have a handful of what's under my shirt. Despite your poor attitude you might be a nice person but not everyone is. Remember that! —Safe & Secure Behind Locked Doors