Gaurab,

I never claimed I wanted to fight, it is just that some idiots wanted to beat me up, and looks like you want to too, therefore for that, it is YOU who needs to come to Boston.Unlike you, I do not have such downtime to travel . Again, I reiterate, I was not against you working in gas station, but your post here sounded more like following:

1. My dog pooped on my girlfriend's jeans, what should I do?

2. I have stomach virus eating beef jerky from 'the gas station I work in', help me please!

3. I can't stop crying at 12:00 am, is this a panick attack?

4. I have erectile dysfunction, is it because I am 70% homosexual?

These are few examples of  many posts here, unfortunately I had to target yours. Also, you guys act very closely like those maoist cadres who do not spend a second in being combative and before reading my subsequent posts, still misinterpret me as a hater of gas station workers. My issue was the content of your post, not your job description.

Also, mind this, if I fix you, I might have to a night in police custody, or maybe none at all. But if you fix me, there are chances that you could get deported or at least create enough background to bid your future internship or any job possibility an eternal farewell.