I see a guy messing with a large ice chest in the back of his van. He is doing something w/ it and it starts dripping. I’m pumping my gas just after being yelled at by a lady for “taking her spot” (yeah right but it all good). He spills some of the the ice chest contents on the ground and moves it to the front seat. He then leaves. Turns out the “contents” are small fish. There are about 50 fish, between 1 and 2 inches, flopping in water-gasoline mixture. I watch the fish as they flop. He looks down and moves the ice chest. Doesn’t say a word or even look up. I continue to get gas (20 gallons @ $2.14).

Up drives two guys with a trailer and without regard to the small flopping slowly suffocating fishies the front tire rolls over the left side of the fish crowd. Crunch. Squish. Seep. Crunch. Because of the trailer he has to continue rolling up and the back tire hits the middle of the crowd with the same yet higher concentrated Crunch. Squish. Seep. Crunch. The driver gets out and sees the damaged out-of-water fish, some turned into paste, others still flopping and losing strength, slowly suffocating. He looks up at me and with a quasi-sad yet amused smile and says “Fish?”

Happened this morning.