Jumpin Jack Flash is a gas gas gas

Does anyone else meet these people or does God reserve them for me?

So I pull into the mini mart to get some gas.  At the pump next to me is a guy whose tag says "72MPGOMG".  Some sort of hybrid.  The conversation goes something like this:

EcoNazi:  (looking at my Corvette like it's something he scraped off his shoe) I get 72 miles per gallon.

Me:  OK

EN:  What do you get?

Me: Huh?   I dunno, 12?

EN:  Those things should be illegal.

Me:  (Blinking).  Speechless. Hoping he'll go away.

EN:  (Clearly agitated) Do you know how big your carbon footprint is?

Me:  I don't even know what my carbon footprint is.  (Wondering why the pump is so damn slow.)

EN:  (About to have some sort of neurological episode) You're destroying the planet!!!!

Me:  (Fatigued)  Yeah - I'm ok with that - I don't need it for much longer.

EN:  You!?  What about the future?  I want to leave my kids a better place.

Me:  You have kids?  Somebody had sex with you?

EN:  (Melting down) You are an ass!!!

Me:  (Deciding that 7.213 gallons is really all I need for now) Yeah - I'm OK with that too.  Have a nice day Skippy.

I drove off and heard him ranting something about Obama and hot tubs.  I tried to make the connection for a while but nothing pretty was coming so I just let it go and put on some Bob Marley.  Like I said I didn't get topped off, but I can go back tomorrow.  I figure if he gets 72 MPG, how often can he be in the gas station?

 

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