Gas Station

To the morbidly obese female with dyed blond curly
hair/sunglasses/polyester shorts and tank top, who took what seemed to be
your only opportunity to meticulously wash every window and the weather
seals too, at about 5:30 pm. Don't you know rush hour etiquette? By the
way, you missed the grimy driver's side mirror. Ha, ha, I win.