Save me from the idiots...continued

I was at the gas station the other day and was already in a bad mood. I drove all the way out to Manoa just to find out that my class was canceled and I drove out there for no reason. A lot of people called in sick at work and I was stuck doing their jobs. So now I've got to fill up my tank (which will probably cost me $70) and go to my community service as a requirement for getting my scholarship money.

I'm at the Kalihi gas station with the 7-11 with it. It's one of those older gas stations where you have to put your credit card in the center and then get a reciept inside. So I fill up and go inside for my receipt. Here's what happened:

Kelly: Hi, can I have my receipt? I was at pump 2.

Idiot: How much?

Kelly: Oh, I already filled up I just need a receipt.

Idiot: I know, how much?

Kelly: How much what?

Idiot: How much is your bill! (she shouted this to me)

Kelly: If I knew how much my bill was I wouldn't be asking you for a receipt! That's why I gave you my pump number

Idiot: We don't do it by pump number! We do it by amount!

Kelly: Then you do it wrong! What if all 4 pumps outside were the same price and we all came in looking for our receipt? Then what genius?

She just stared at me and then her co-worker handed me the ONLY receipt there and apologized for her. I thanked him, glared at her one more time, and left. IDIOT! She better not reproduce; I don't want to have to teach her idiot kids.