Weird experience at the pump...

So, yesterday, at the Flying J, I'm bobtailed behind this flat deck brown guy.. I was feeling talkative so I step out and I ask him if that's his last tank he's fueling up.. and he ignores me.. I'm thinking to myself "mmm, maybe he didn't hear me?". So I go right up to him and ask him again, but he acts like I'm not even there, like I'm air breezing by.. At this point he's walking away from me like I have an AIDS syringe. I ask him why he's not responding to me but he just sits there acting like I don't exist. So I call him a weirdo and leave him be..

I thought the guy could have some sort of disorder, but I walk in to get some grub inside, and find the guy there talking and laughing with the female clerk.. I think the guy was native from the hat he was wearing.

I walked back to my truck and went up right by his truck where he was sittting at by now, and gave him a big peace sign with a big grin on my face and he just sat there looking like he wanted to kill me hahaha

He must have not liked the way I look or something. Somethin towards whitey? Cuz I'm a young guy and he has somethin against that? Maybe its an old trucker thing I don't get yet, being old and jaded and acting like you hate your life? Never experienced such a smog attitude from someone before.

 

LOL... nice.