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Friday, October 15, 2004

BOYCOTT CHEVRON...at least the one on LaBrea and Beverly

Boycott Chevron
This is also another backlog. It has just been too long since I have posted on my blog page, so there are many updats. For example, one night after being here for about a week, we really needed to fill up the car with gas. So, I pull into the Chevron on the corner of LaBrea and Beverly to fill up the tank. Now, throughout the trip, I had been having this problem with my credit card. I guess out here in the West, to be able to fill up your tank and pay by card at the pump, you need to enter your 5-digit zip code. They don't ask for pin numbers. I had changed the address for my card before we left Boston, but they imformed me that it might take up to six weeks for the change to go through (what the fuck??). The gas pumps wouldn't take my new zip code, nor would they take the old zip code (again, what the fuck?? One of those addresses has to be correct in the system). So, Beth had been filling up the tank on her card for a period. But this particular night, I get so fed up when the pump tells me that my zip is invalid, I go into the store and explain my situation to the man behind the counter. He tells me that it is very simple. I just tell him the amount I want on the pump, and then he rings that up on the card in the store, and will set the pump. So, I purchase $15 of gas.
He then precedes to shout at me, "AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPENED!!"
"What?" I ask.
"Have you seen Lord of the Legolas?" he asks (at least that's what it sounded like he said...)
"Lord of the what??"
He precedes to tell me that Orlando Bloom from "Lord of the Legolas" just pumped gas at my pump only minutes ago...He was apparently still reeling from this. I didn't bother to tell him that the movie was actually called "Lord of the Rings." I simply smiled and left to fill up the tank.
Well, here the story takes a turn for the worse. The pump shuts off after putting 2.1 gallons of gas in the tank and chargin me $5.11.
But I know that they just charged my card $15. And I'm not leaving there without the rest of my gas...
So, I go back in the store and there is a different man at the counter now and he is also talking to another customer about "Lord of the Legolas"
I explain the situation. And he tells me, "Yes, your tank must be full then."
No, it was empty when we rolled in there, and what the hell tank only takes 2.1 gallons of gas? I know that the car is small, but not that small...
He then tells me to go back outside and try to fill the rest of it up. But the pump won't do anything.
I go back in and this time I'm really starting to get pissed. The original guy is back this time still muttering to himself, "Legolas..."
I talk to him and he tells me the same thing. But that he can take my card and put more money on it if I want...
Well, you're missing the fucking point. The point is...I paid for $15 worth of gas...I got $5.11. $15 was charged to my card. I saw the receipt. I drive out of there and I lose $9.89.
He continues to argue with me. I storm out of the store. He follows me out and to the pump and keeps telling me he can just put more money on the card if I want.
I say don't bother, yell something about how I will never come back to Chevron since they stole 10 fucking bucks from me, get in the car, slam the door, and drive of. Beth yells something out the window about them all being motherfuckers...
Not only that, but I drive a block past another Chevron and realize that they are charging 20 cents less for gas per gallon. In fact every Chevron appears to be charging considerably less. I have half a mind to report them for this and the fact that they stole my fucking money.
I go on a crusade for the next few days about how everyone should boycott Chevron, until I realize that they appear to monopolize the gas industry in my neighborhood and I have very few options. I then settle for simply boycotting the Chevron on the corner of LaBrea and Beverly.
Fuck...maybe if they weren't so worked up about seeing "The Lord of the Legolas" only moments before, they could actully run their fucking business properly...
FUCK...

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