He walked in the door and came right up to the counter, "thirty on number three."
I was confused that NPH gets out of the limo to pump his own gas, but replied anyways, "Alright, is that it?"
"No let me get the US weekly magazine too."
I rang him up and he paid, then asked for the bathroom, I allowed him to use the employee bathroom since, I mean come on, it's Neil Patrick Harris. Time went by and he was still in there. It had been roughly twenty minutes when he finally came out.
"Hey gas station guy...I would not go in there for awhile."
I laughed just to be friendly to overcome this awkward situation, "it's cool."
"He goes yeah I know its cool that's why I paid thirty dollars for gas."
"What?" I asked as I was very curious and nervous about what had happened.
"Yeah I just took a shit all over the floors...too many bean burritos and my boy was banging me from behind."
I was flabbergasted at the event that just occurred, "What, are you serious?"
"Ha not at all, but I did jerk off to a picture of myself in US weekly, and it sprayed all over the door, yeah my bad, but I just paid thirty for gas and I have a full tank already so that should cover it."
He walked out as I stood there speechless. Thank god my shift was basically over so there was no need for me to clean it. Looking on the bright side, I now have thirty extra dollars for tonight.
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