Roland: how was it
Dennis: omg
Roland: i suppose nothing went well?
Dennis: So I get into my car and there’s no power steering fluid.
Dennis: I go get some and there are three people outside the gas station.
Dennis: One asks me for a dime.
Dennis: He looks like an average Joe, wtf is he going to do with a dime?
Dennis: I flash my credit card to show and said I had no cash, which I didn’t.
Dennis: Then this guy wheels himself up, (in a wheelchair) and starts talking to me in Spanish.
Dennis: He didn’t hear me say I didn’t habla the first time. And kept rattling on.
Dennis: “I really don’t speak Spanish I say to him,” and I hear a voice on the other side of me say “I do”
Roland: oook
Roland: freaky
Dennis: I ignore him and try to get the gas station attendant to understand I want power steering fluid.
Dennis: (you have to ask through the little teller window)
Dennis: The voice next to me informs me again that he speaks Spanish.
Dennis: And works with the police, sometimes.
Dennis: And that I was under arrest.
Roland: ook
Roland: WTF
Dennis: I look at him and it’s some like… obese homeless guy with blue eyes.
Roland: obese homeless
Roland: what a paradox
Dennis: I smile politely and go to the car to put the fluid in and the wheelchair dude follows me speaking English. I chatter with him and he thanks me for not being mean to him.
Dennis: He wasn’t homeless or anything, just a bit wasted.
Dennis: lol, why?
Roland: well i youre homeless ud imagine they have no money
Roland: just goes against the conotations of homeless
Roland: so what happened?
Dennis: lol, homeless, especially in Miami aren’t starving.
Dennis: If you beg you get money sometimes, get food.
Roland: yeah if its my mo she gets food cause she doesnt want them buying drugs
Dennis: Besides this guy was one of those insane homeless so it’s different.
Roland: so tjat was it?
Dennis: (I’m being serious, if you’re mentally ill and your family is sick of you, you become homeless)
Dennis: nono, then I get to Taco Bell right?
Dennis: Wait in line, it takes forever, bla bla, I go and pay,
Roland: ok
Dennis: And the guy says they don’t take credit cards.
Roland: hah soo saw that coming
Dennis: Well first he informs me that there’s a 99 cent ATM terminal charge.
Dennis: for debit cards,
Dennis: “But this is a credit card.”
Taco Bell Guy: “we don’t take credit cards.”
Dennis: Nevermind the store is slathered with “credit/ATM stickers”
Dennis: anyway, so I give him a debit and another clown gives me a drink
Dennis: They seem a bit slow so I ask him “Is this diet?”
Dennis: He says “No.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “We don’t have diet.”
Dennis: “Well I can’t drink this. I’m diabetic.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “Oh. Sorry.”
Dennis: I’m still holding the drink.
Dennis: “I can’t drink this,” I repeat.
Taco Bell Guy #2: “We don’t have diet though.”
Dennis: “So? I cannot drink this. I’m diabetic.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “What do you want? Other Soda?”
Dennis: “No.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “But we don’t have diet!”
Dennis: “Well I didn’t order this.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “But I charged you for it. It’s already on the card. What do you want?”
Dennis: “Not to be charged for something I didn’t order.”
Taco Bell Guy #2: “But we don’t have diet! What do you want? A taco? What do you want?”
Dennis: “For you to take this coke back. And a burrito.”
Dennis: I finally get out of there, with three burritos now instead of two.
Dennis: Go to the mobil across the street for diet soda.
Dennis: When I get out I can’t really turn east because Coral Way has that nasty median…and there’s a cop behind me. So I turn into the neighborhood and have to drive for 5 minutes for the cop to stop follow me.
Dennis: following me. But I was really happy to get caffeine I started dancing in the car. A few other cars loved that.