Getting called a "cracker" by an angry dude at a gas station: C/D?

Friday night after work I stopped for gas at a GetGo station near my house. For those unfamiliar with them, they're affiliated with the Giant Eagle grocery chain. and with their loyalty card you earn discounts on gas. I had a $1.30/gallon discount saved up and a near-empty tank, so, score!

Anyway, it was complete chaos there. Every pump was occupied, and there were three cars waiting for pumps. I pulled up out of the way to wait my turn. When a pump opened up, I pulled up to it, then realized it was on the wrong side and the hose wouldn't reach to my gas tank. So I had to go through this complicated backing up maneuver, since there was now a car waiting behind me. He glared at me as if I had just run over his dog, so I gestured for him to take that pump and I'd take the one that was just opening up at the next island.

Keep in mind, this took all of maybe 15-20 seconds. So I finally get out and start pumping my wonderful $1.45/gallon discounted gas, when this dude from the other car stalks over to me. The following conversation ensue:

Him: "What the hell was that? What were you doing?"
Me: "The hose wasn't long enough to reach my tank so I had to turn my--"
Him: "Just say it was wrong! Don't say nothing else!"
Me:'"Look, I gestured that you could take that pump while I --"
Him: "You know what side your damned gas tank is on! What were you doin'?" (proceeds to rant for another 10 seconds)
Me: "Look, just get out of my face."
Him: "Fuck you, cracker!" (stalk away)

I didn't know whether to laugh, tell him to fuck off, or shit my pants. (Or all three.) It was like, "OK, it's 2010 and I'm at a gas station in suburban Cleveland. Did some guy actually just call me a 'cracker?'" All night long, the complete absurdity of it kept me a little off balance.

congratulations, you have had an encounter with an angry person

when I was watching inglourious basterds in the theater, about midway through the first scene the guy next to me turns to me and says in a real aspie voice "SHUT THE FUCK UP." (up to that point I had been chuckling, along with a sizable portion of the rest of the crowd, but I was in no way chortling or hootin' and hollerin'.) I ignored him and kept on chuckling, a little bit louder, and then he turns to me again and says "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU'RE RUINING THE MOVIE." I then got pretty pissed and purposely leaned in and started explaining to him that if he found me offensive he was free to move to another seat in the theater, of which there were several. at that point he glared at me, got up, and found another seat a few rows down. I wish I had a straw and some tissue paper at that point. but yeah,

the complete absurdity of it kept me a little off balance.

is pretty otm

people losing it like this IS really weird to deal with.

before xmas I was getting lunch in this huge shopping centre near where I work. and on my way back I was walking down the escalator and stepped between two guys who were standing on either side but on different steps, didn't push them or anything just stepped through cos I wanted to get back to the office. next thing they both just explode: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, SHOW SOME FUCKING MANNERS" and one of them kicks me in the back of the legs. it was such a public place it wasn't even scary, just bizarre. I sort of laughed and was like "I think you're over-reacting" and they're like "YOU'RE OVER REACTING, FUCK YOU" etc, like just gone completely wild and throwing shapes everywhere....

in the end I sort of walked away doing that high moral ground saddened and surprised citizen voice, I was all "that's terrible behaviour...absolutely ridiculous..."

Sorry, but anyone who gets interventionist at the gas station and spews bad grammar in a fight shouldn't call anyone else a cracker.

People who demand MANNERS in loud voices are assholes, and if they haven't worked out the 'traffic' side of London escalators by now, they come with bonus extra helpings of stupid.

ITT mad crackers

(kidding obv., it really sucks when strangers get all aggro i know & the worst of it is even if yr all "you know what, who cares" it tends to stick with you - for me, anyway - i'll be impotently rehashing the confrontation for ages, bothered by it. nb this may be a personal problem)

If it's a personal problem, it is hardly unique to you. I'm waaaay too liable to go into full retort mode when faced with this sort of person in public, ie. telling the person exactly what the fuck I'm looking at, if asked.

no John I do that too. It always makes me think, it seems one of life's injustices that doing what feels like the right thing, ie not getting annoyed, not punching someone, walking away, makes you feel quite bad.

tbf I am a cracker

Everybody gather 'round
Loosen up your suspenders
Hunker down on the ground
I'm a cracker
And you are too
But don't I take good care of you

Who built the highway to Baton Rouge?
Who put up the hospital and built you schools?
Who looks after shit-kickers like you?
The Kingfish do

your telling of the story: C. events themselves: D.

i hate stupid confrontations. when i was in senior high once i went to some kind of photo shoot with other friends and it was a place i'd only been one time...no formal parking spaces left, so parked on side of the road in grass.

some stupid twat walks over to me and accosts me, going 'are you on crack? you're blocking the road for everybody" and won't let up. goes over to other people asking me if i'm a third grader. see, there'd been a complaint that a vehicle was blocking the road.

it turned out the vehicle actually blocking the road belonged to that stupid cunt and not me.

I'm willing to pay 4 dollars for a gallon of gas if it means splendid isolation

i got up to $3.00 off per gallon of gas at getgo because i shopped at giant eagle but did not drive a car. i tried to make a joke to the cashier and said "heh does that mean they pay me to buy gas" and she was like "?????" sigh.

me too. i've had people try to sell me shoes at them, or almost pick fights. hell even one time i was filling up my tires with air and this lady kept telling me to leave since she needed to fill her tire up cuz it had gone flat. as if making sure my tires were properly inflated meant nothing!

(kidding obv., it really sucks when strangers get all aggro i know & the worst of it is even if yr all "you know what, who cares" it tends to stick with you - for me, anyway - i'll be impotently rehashing the confrontation for ages, bothered by it. nb this may be a personal problem)

― Lee Dorrian Gray (J0hn D.), Sunday, January 24, 2010 3:12 PM (54 minutes ago) Bookmark

the key thing, for me, which I jokingly referred to in my first post, is that usually the most plausible explanation (and the one that you eventually uncover if you press the issue cuz the person who blew up at you was a friend or loved one or coworker) is that the person was already angry before you minorly inconvenienced them, and you just provided a convenient low-risk punching bag (no offense Pancakes Hackman but I am assuming that you do not look physically intimidating to strangers)(also assuming that the dude wouldn't have yelled at you if you'd looked like a hyper-macho meathead who would've responded by escalating the confrontation into physical violence)

Yeah, pretty OTM, bernard. In fact, he looked absolutely shocked that I told him to get out of my face, like I was expected to just stand there and take it.

didn't know they had giant eagle in cleveland

Pancakes, you are a cracker!

Now you have not only been called a "cracker" by an angry dude at a gas station, but also by a calm guy on the internet. I hope that helps.

A few years back I turned left at a light, was tooling along -not quite alongside and to the left of a Honda. All of the sudden the Honda zooms ahead, switches into my lane and stomps on the brakes for no apparent reason (it's the kind of thing you do when someone's tailgating). I move to the right to pass him, flip him off, and continue on to the grocery store. Pull into a space, start to get out, and the Honda screeches into a spot a couple down the row. The guy inside starts screaming as he opens the door and then runs over and start yelling that I was tailgating him and how fucking dare I fucking flip him off, yada yada yada, tries to get in my face, but he's giving up several inches and about fifty pounds to me. So I told him that no, I didn't tailgate him, turned around and walked off while he was still seething.

All I can think is that my truck looked like someone who had been tailing him further back on the road, or he was completely mental.

And once I may have been the crazy angry dude - young/teenage girl in a fancy car nearly took the front end of my truck switching lanes without looking, made no sign of being sorry, I proceeded to follow her very closely, turn for turn, for miles until she flipped out and swerved right to a side road.

ppl are terrible drivers news at 11

BBC succumbs to this rotten trend

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/8478764.stm

took a second but i lol'd

"I can now do whatever I want with the system. It's like I've got an awesome new power - I'm just not sure how to wield it."

typical cracker!

This guy was blaring his horn at me while I was in the crosswalk so I called him a "honky."