This particular petrol pump has a
very combustible staff. They have frayed tempers all the time. It seems staying
near oil has given them fiery tempers like the commodity they serve to the
engines. Say anything, and they will speak very tartly as if that also is a
part of their job. I have never seen anyone smiling at this establishment. I
always keep wondering how come so many snappy, cranky people have been brought
together by the chance winds. I once tried to infuse a flame of smiles there,
but it aggravated the situation. So I also try to be like them when I’m getting
petrol there. Do in Rome as the Romans do.
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