Gas station honey

I was on my way to my brother's house and I decided that since my gas gauge was creeping up on the big ol' 'E,' I decided, not to stop and get gas immediatly, but begin the process of looking for the cheapest gas in town. I was driving in a not-so-great part of town and found my mecca. Gas was the cheapest I'd seen it, so of course, I pulled in. There were people waiting in line to fill up so I joined the herd. I was waiting for a person to leave and as she did, someone snuck in from behind who had JUST pulled in. Cheater! I sent a disdainful look in their general direction, and pulled behind another lady, who looked nervous about being there. I finally get to fill in and I'm leaning up against my car waiting. The guy who's filling up across from me walks by and looks me up and down and is exclaims "dang!" (sorry, not a KJV translation, more of a NIV - How'd you like that Finn?! Blacklinefish would exclaim "language" if I wrote what he said) Anyways, instead of being freaked out and leaping in my car, as I probably should have, I tilted my head a little (hard to describe, you really have to see it) and gave him this *uh...can-I-help-you look. (*with attitude) He looks back at me and says, "How YOU do'ing t'night?" Again, instead of taking the normal-white-female approach, I again look at him and tilt my head a little more, smile, and shake my head. You really had to see my expression to get the whole story. It loses so much in the translation. I'm sure I should have felt degraded and cheap, but as he pulled off, I thought, "that rocks, I just got hit on at a gas station!"