Drama At the Gas Station

Drama at the Gas Station The lady had a chrome-plated fish symbol neatly fixed to the back panel of her white Lincoln Continental. The name Jesus was spelled out inside the lines defining the shape of the fish. The whole scene is fixed in my memory because the driver, a large blond woman, was very upset with the gas station attendant. He, a small Asian person, had accidentally spilled oil on the fender and motor of her beautiful car, in the process of adding some to the crankcase. There was a hot verbal interchange, I couldn't hear distinctly as I pumped my gas. Then just before she slammed her door and sped away in a huff she bellowed: "Vell, vy don't you people go back to your own country!" I hoped the attendant didn't notice the "Jesus" sign on the back. It was a pathetic scene, but I couldn't keep from laughing at the irony of her words spoken with a heavy European brogue. She had a Christian label on her automobile, but her soul was sour.