Dear QuickTrip at College and Antioch,
Today, I decided that I needed to put gas in my car so I wouldn't be stranded. I haven't pumped my own gas since I got married. Okay maybe once, but it's still been a long time. Can I just tell you that it was really annoying to have to walk all the way into your store and wait for the person in front of me to get directions to the nearest pharmacy, (even though there was two people at the register and yes lady he said that way and I think he means THAT way.) And when that lady finally left, I stepped up to the register and you looked at me with a vacant expression until I said "Uh, I guess I need to prepay on 7?" It wasn't until this moment that you decided to tell me your pumps were down, but I shouldn't worry because you were trying to fix them. Doesn't it seem a little unreasonable that I should have to park my car, walk into your store, wait forever just to be told you couldn't sell me any gas? Haven't you ever heard of signs? There made of paper and you tape them up on things. You should look into it.
Sincerly,
Leslie
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