Having my shoes and a pant leg soaked with petrol I begin to feel like a man about to become “The Flame”. Shoes squelching with petrol I walk into the cabin to note my sorry condition and how it came to be and to pay although upon further reflection why should I pay anything given the defective pump that soaked me.
The attendant is with a woman who identifies herself as a cigarette ambassador! What country may that be “The Republic of Lung Cancer”? She is there to promote the marketing of cigarettes at Esso locations and these are the guys that sponsor hockey for Canadian tykes!
I note my sorry condition to the attendant who stares blankly and says, “I’m sorry.” at least five times during our short conversation. Through the cigarette ambassador and the nonchalant cabin attendant the incident has been noted and will be reported to “the manager” who will promptly contact me to explain how to move further along. The cigarette ambassador seems more knowledgeable about the procedures than the cabin attendant.
Sympathy is cheap but I expected a bit of proactivity or compassion. Sympathy is non action and proactivity just might include, “Can we help you clean up? Is there anything we can do to help?”
Oh shit! Is that a portable heater I see! One wrong move and I will transform into a superhero “The Flame!”. Time to get outta here!
