By Joshua Wiese

The gas station has always striked me as a very interesting place. Some people go there just for snacks or other small items they need conveniently. Others choose to get gas there, I mean that's the point right? Recently though, I have found myself in some interesting scenarios at these very places.

My Phone

As I was getting out of the lung-cancer mobile (also known as a VW Jetta TDI) my phone slipped out and crashed into the gas station concrete. My phone has already taken many falls on terrible roads. It seemed as if this was its final fall, as I lifted it off the ground I noticed half the screen was dim and the other half was multicolored lines. I tried to tap it, but that changed it to only one red pixel left on the screen. Although it was fun to look at I realized that now I needed a new phone.

Peter

I woke up the next morning wondering how to assess my situation. I realized that I have insurance on my phone and all I needed was a $79 deductable and I had the money so I figured I'd file a claim. I was at the kitchen table when I told Ethan's mother of this very striking issue. She told me that she could find me one for a couple days and started upon that quest. She told us that one of the neighbors had one I could borrow, so Ethan and I voyaged across the small jungle in-between yards and went to the front door. When we arrived no one was home, so after Ethan warned me "NO ONE PRESSES THAT DOORBELL" I gently pushed the button. No one answered and so we started to walk back when suddenly we heard a voice coming from the doorbell. (Some would say this was a cheap ring doorbell off amazon, but I like to think this was a magical moment) We ran back with excitement and the voice told us the door code and where the phone was. on the back of the phone it was clearly labeled "PETER". None of the people who lived at that house were named Peter.

Gas station girls

By Ethan Russel

As a world-famous individual, I have encountered numerous people at the gas station. However, one encounter stands out. Josh and I entered the Shell gas station on a rather swell Sunday morning. With a crisp temperature of 60℉ (one of my favorite temperatures), we comfortably entered the gas station store front. The two of us browsed around the store with drinks we obtained from the special drink machine. Whilst this happens, a girl walks up to me and asks if I want her Snapchat User ID. Me, mistakenly thinking that she is asking for mine due to my attractiveness, said "sure". My response seemed to have lacked the enthusiasm necessary because she continued saying exactly as follows, "I mean, only if you want it. Because I keep seeing you look at me, and I think you are checking me out". It was at this point it occurred to me that she thought I wanted HER Snapchat User ID. Now having had this epiphany of social interaction, I said "Oh... I don't want it then". Josh recalls her face turn very angry and walk away. Both Josh and I have since deeply analyzed the situation, and it still doesn't add up. Feel free to add your insight onto my new social platform.

Cheech out!