im vacationing at my mothers in florida for a bit and she asked me to run to walmart real fast to grab a few groceries. Just for kicks i decided to take her "fun car". its a 1969 Chevy Camaro Z28 (and im jealous as hell). Anyway, I get up there and its out of gas, so I stop at the walmart gas up. of course the damn gas pump nozzle doesnt have the little handle extension thing that lets it pump without you holding it, and naturally the gas pump pumps slow as mud. So I sit there on the side of the car ignoring everyone's stares. Someone pulls up behind me and gets out and has the same gas pump problem. as we're standing there the guy looks over and calls at me. He asks me a few questions about the car and then asks me if I know just what my car is doing to the atmosphere. i looked at him, wearing sweats (in florida for Christ's sake) and then at his Honda armadillo car, then at his gut then up to the baldspot. Just then the pump clicked and I took it out. Then he notices the NRA sticker and actually freaking says "NRA? so youre a facist too?" I just looked at him and said "what?" blankly. honestly... WHAT? I rolled my eyes, got back in the car and started it up. as i was clicking the seat belt he walked up somewhat close to my drivers side and just stared at me as i drove off. seriously What?