Katie Doyle, Girl About Town

Saturday, Jan. 03, 2004 - 12:38 a.m.

I hope everyone had a great new year...did I already say that? I wrote a post the other day that the mac ate because I entered too many characters into the title box (I frigging HATE when that happens. It always happens when I've written an actual amusing piece), so I can't remember what I've said and haven't said.

I heard back from Chevron this week, who told me they were sorry to hear I'd been mashed, that Chevron certainly doesn't encourage that type of behavior, but the station is independently owned, so they'd forwarded my letter to the owner, one B. S. Mac. Mr. Mac wrote me and said that gee, the security system in his station hasn't been working for some weeks now (how conveeeeeeenient), so he can't review the video, but he had had a little talk with the employee in question, who assured him that while he does often shake hands with people when they come in the store, he certainly never grabbed anyone and kissed them. Mr. Mac has been in business since 1981, he tells me, and no one has ever reported such a thing in all that time, so while he's sorry to hear I believe I had that appalling experience, c'est la vie.

I'm pretty pissed off. The guy who frigging kissed me is not even the only man I have had trouble with at that station. I had already reached the point where I didn't go in there after 7pm because the nightshift guy always insisted on trying to get me to sit down and stay with him, asking me out and making comments about my appearance all the time, and often refused to charge me for my items until I talked to him for at least a few minutes. Then he wouldn't charge me for all of them, or he just never rang them up at all, and I'd have to give up and leave. After a few weeks of that, I figured it wasn't going to change and stopped going in. I'd drive a mile out of the way, to the am/pm instead. Once when TB went in to get a soda on the way home, and I waited out in the truck, the guy came out and was trying to talk to me thru the window of the truck while TB was standing inside at the counter, waiting to be rung up. He actually had to come out and tell the guy "hey, I need to pay for this now." (I really HAVE to get over my non-assertive self and learn to be rude to people; this gentle disuasion crap is NOT working.) I told The Boyfriend about the letter the station owner sent, and he said fine, that's it, he'll be having words with the masher in the near future and let him know exactly what he thinks about the situation.

Anyone else who lives in the San Fernando Valley and would like to comment to the owner, please feel free to call, write, or drop by the place. It's B. S. Mac Chevron, at the corner of Canoga Ave. and Ventura Blvd. in Woodland Hills.

While normally, I would not do this sort of thing, when you write me a letter saying gee you're sorry I fantasized being mauled by your frigging employee, I feel you bring this kind of thing on yourself. So I make no apologies for this little vendetta of mine. All the guy would have had to say was I'm sorry that happened, and I will address the issue. But no. Not only will he not say he's addressing the issue, he's telling me it never fucking happened, and excuse me, but I think I frigging know when a man walks up and slaps his wet freaking lips on me. So take that, B. S. Mac, and ALL your frigging service stations up and down Ventura Blvd. in the west end of the Valley.

Peace out,
Katie

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