So, I'm running out (well, not running) to the post office to pick up mail from our PO Box, and I am reminded I need gas. I chug over to the local Shell, and apparently I'm not moving fast enough for a beamer as I pull into the station. I target the left row of pumps, but note that the first one is out of order and there's a guy mopping the other one. I start pulling forward slowly to give the guy some time to move.
Meanwhile, the beamer dork pops past me, lines his ass up with the pump, and backs up to the one I'm pulling into. I honk, two small beeps. Nothing super loud. He gets out, walks over, shrugs, and asks me what the problem is. I told him I'm in the spot and that the other pump is closed.
"That's not my problem," he snorts, and goes to the pump.
I told him to have a nice day. What an asshole. Apparently, that's how people win in this world. Nice guys finish last. How sad.