Hellacollege Hustlin'

First let me get this off my chest:

Dear college student friends,

Please get your dirty filthy Dave Matthews Band and Deftones CDs out of my toyota
Please return my Boys Noize CD with the dirty filthy synths

Okay good we can move on:

So yesterday I had to run a few errands. I went to the bank to deposit some cashmoney, swung by McDonalds (Thursdays are 2 Quarter Pounders meal for 4.99), then went to put some petrol in my vehicle. I pull up to the pump and sit frustrated as the gas attendant chats with someone in another car.

Why can't I fill up my own freaking tank?

Anyway the attendant finally comes over and gets my "20 on regular" cash. The following dialogue that ensued was a hellacollege moment.

The gasman notices a few bumper stickers on my car and says: "So uh, you go to the college?"

Yeah man I do

"So uh, do you uh, some weed?"

Haha nah man I stick to boozin

"Damn I got a few dubsacks to get rid of. I get college students in here all the time looking for some trees"

So wait... you mean I can roll in and throw 40 on unleaded, 20 on Purple Haze, and a dime on some snickelfritz? What kind of oregano are you pushin' man? Taking advantage of poor impulsive college students? Shame on you. Don't you know weed is a gateway drug? Its on wikipedia man... it has to be true. Some unsuspecting FHS major rolls in to fill up her Jetta and all of a sudden you have her hooked on the white horse? And yes, I would like my receipt.

Hella Triflin' college town gas attendant