Twister Took My Burger

A few years ago, a friend of mine was working the register at a gas station. One day, there was a line of people waiting to pay for whatever people pay for at gas stations. Gas, I guess. Milk? (Why do gas stations always advertise the price of their milk? It’s intense! Did you even realize how important our national Milk Situation was?) Anyway, one guy was fumbling with his money and dropped some of it on the floor and was just in general taking a long time and when he finally gathered himself he said, “whoa, looks like there’s a tornado in here”!!! He paid for his gas and milk and headed towards the door, at which point my friend made eye contact with the next person in line, and they both started imitating the previous customer and his “tornado.” The guy noticed them doing this, and was not happy about it. He stopped in the doorway and stared them both down and said, “HEY! Twister killed mah friend.” Then he turned on his heel and left. Needless to say, I think about that ALL THE TIME. (Via Arbroath.)