To the woman who decided that her directions to the YMCA was more important than my purchase at the gas station: I really do hope you found your way to the YMCA. Eventually.
Did my directions of turn at your first right, then take your second left and follow that street to the end, then take a right, and it should be on your left, get you there? Maybe?
You know what really pissed me off the most? It wasn't your hand slapping on the counter with accompanied loud sigh. It was your command to the attendant (while I was completing my transaction, I might add) to "get a map and help me out" that took the cookie. It couldn't wait 30 seconds? Again, I really do hope you got there... Eventually. —Hope You Got There