PUMPING GAS - DOWN TWO
After my first little problem with the gas pump, I was wary but not totally discouraged. This time I went to a different station (incognito) and tried again. For some reason I decided it would be good to draw up close to the pump. Unfortunately I am not a good judge of distance - sometimes I think I should not be even driving a car because I don't have a gift for it. Nonetheless, I heard a small scraping noise and I thought it was time to get out of there. When I got home I saw that I had scraped all along the side of my white Buick, leaving a wide red racing stripe. I think this was from a red pipe that those wily gas people have put alongside the gas pumps. Why, I do not know.
I took the car to a detail place and they were able to erase the red paint, but there was a slight dimple-like indentation along the side that remained. THIS WAS SOMETHING YOU DEFINITELY DO NOT WANT TO TELL THE CHILDREN ABOUT. And I didn't.
posted by shirley @ 4:02 PM
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3 Comments:
Shirley:
I like your blog - it sounds like what I go through all the time. Don't worry too much about what your children think - mine are always threatening to send me to the home, but their bark is worse than their bite. My kids are cheap and I think they're afraid they'd have to pay for the home.
You can have a husband and still mess up at the gas pump. I was at a different station than normal the other day and being somewhat preoccupied managed to put my credit card into the receipt slot rather than the credit card slot and the receipt slot was not giving it up. It was a bit embarrassing to explain this at the inside counter where a number of folks were lined up. Two employees came out and managed to extract my credit card but couldn't get the pump working correctly again and told me to move to another pump. They probably would have like to tell me to move to another station .... but they didn't! I am DEFINITELY not telling my children this one!
My mother was a resourceful woman but not someone who you could imagine pumping her own gas. She was also a person who learned to drive relatively late in life. In the midwest there was a brand og gas called, if I remember it right, Clark. On top of their pumps they had white glass globes (some icon left over from ancient days when pumps were more mechanical). One day she drove into a Clark station, got too close to a pump and just barely nicked the pump with her car. The white globe teetered and then fellto the ground, and shattered into countless pieces. Mother was horrified. The attendant came out and instead of yelling, he started to laugh and laugh, saying no one had ever done that before. What a great human reaction.
Best to you
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