Bum, bum, bum! - a story with no point, because i'm not sure what happened.

so i was getting gas before heading home from salt lake when i noticed a man yelling from the door of the 7-11. hoping it wasn't addressed to me, i ignored him. the yelling continued and the man walked up to me. this was our conversation.

man: hey, i was talking to you!
me: oh... sorry... uh...
man: i just wanted to know if you needed any help.
me: nah, just getting gas, you know, pretty easy stuff.
man: yeah, ha. so looks like you're from pa?
me: yep.
man: what are you doing out here?
me: school.
man: where?
me: BYU.
man: so you're in provo then? why are you in salt lake?
(at this point i'm feeling interogated, so i fidget)
man: you don't need to be afraid. i'm sure it seems wierd that a man walks up to you when you're getting gas, huh?
me: uh (shrug) sort of...
man: what's your name?
(the conversation continues for a bit as i watch the numbers crawl from 10.26 to 11.68 to 12.01)
man: so you have a man? you married?
me: well, the way you put it, yeah... i have a man. (lying through my teeth)
man: the way i put it? ha. what way's that? (trying to flirt, obviously not taking into account what the previous answer was)
me: i have a boyfriend.
man: kids?
me: nope. waiting on marriage for that one.

at this point another man starts walking over yelling, "what are you doing talking to my ol' woman?!?!" he gets in the other man's face and they proceed to argue over whether or not the first man was hitting on the second man's woman (me), noses centimeters from touching, and i'm thinking, "i'm nobody's woman, you crazy people!" i watch them, still nose-to-nose and yelling, as i slip into my car and drive away without notice.

i'm pretty sure i'll be getting gas at maverick next time.