I got into my car this morning and realized that I needed to get gas. Oh yeah, there was a reason my alarm was set for 5:00 a.m. Totally forgot about that while I spent my extra time this morning curling my hair. I hoped that I wouldn't hit traffic and be late for work.
I usually go to the Safeway gas station because it is cheaper but it is a bit out of my way so I decided to drive down the main road towards the freeway in my town and hit up the Shell Station.
Two other people were getting gas in the darkness of the morning. I'm wearing a dress and hoping that my cardigan is in the trunk because it is chilly outside although it's predicted to be 100 degrees later in the day. A nice way to bring in October, right?
I swipe my card and punch the buttons, twist off my gas cap and begin to pump. This pump is moving quite slow and I consider only getting half a tank but decide against it. Before I'm able to pump 5 gallons, I notice the gas station employee leaning back inside of the shop looking at something. Me? Maybe. I wasn't sure. There was no one behind me, no cars, no traffic on the road. I ignore it and stare at the digital read willing it to go faster. I'm cold.
Gas Station Dude then makes his way to the door of the shop, opens it and proceeds to lean against the door, looking in my direction. There is nothing in between us. Just about 30 feet of concrete. My car is on the same side as the shop. I casually look behind me to see if there is something he is keeping on eye on beyond my car. No. Just darkness and silence. It is only 6:25 a.m.
The gas continues to pump slowly until I finally reach a full tank. I replace the nozzle, twist on the gas cap and get into my car. I'm on high alert, waiting for this man to approach me as his eyes remain fixed on me. I reset the odometer, put my car in drive, look over my right shoulder to check for cars and I drive away. I pass the man, who is still standing there, door propped open with his leaning body. When I get past him, I look in my rear view mirror and see his head turn to follow my car. It isn't until I get back on the road that he goes back inside the shop.
I feel angry. Is this a case of mistaken identity. Did someone in my car once rob the store? Would a blonde in a dress on a Monday morning in the dark and cold try something sketchy while attempting to get gas? Did I deserve to be watched while other people before me pumped gas without the prying eyes of an employee? I won't be visiting this gas station again. But I am tempted to go back and speak to someone that works there and suggest that leering at customers isn't a great business practice.