 I'm a kid. I'm 12. Like, please, can you stop cussing at me? Because I have no control over how fast that gas is flowing into your car. Customers accused her of taking jobs, of ripping them off. Some seemed to hate the fact that she existed, calling her words she'd never heard before. Carol was baffled by this. As she puts it, what did my Korean face have to do with the price of gas and cigarettes?