Yesterday, I was at the petrol station and while I was sitting there waiting for my tank to be filled up, I am looking at the cars around me. Arrives a taxi, which stops next to me. And what is the guy doing? Having a fag. Right there, in the middle of a petrol station while he gets his gas in the car. The guy who serves the petrol apparently doesn't mind putting his life in danger, the taxi driver either. I try to get his attention and when it finally happens, I say something like: cigarette, gas, boom. He just looks at the his fag and half-smile, half-laugh to me. What's so bloody funny? I don't really fancy dying while I am tanking up.
That's the type of thing that really annoys me. Why is it that certain people can't use their brain? Cause even if the brain is really small, well it still understands the concept of fire + petrol = not good. The guy just doesn't care. Neither does the guy filling up the petrol (that's a really nice thing here, that you don't have to get out of the car to do it yourself...). He could just tell him to put it out or no fuel, easy. But no, helas! So I know I won't go to that petrol station any more. Of course it happens in many other stations in Amman, but what I don't know, I can't do anything about!
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| Old petrol station in Madaba |
