So I just got back from coffee with the Keeper of My Sanity. Minus two at eleven at night. Sweet ass weather! I am so loving it. Ba da ba da bahhhh I'm lovin' it!
Anyway as fun as coffee was, and it was fun, trust me. Ya'll should have come. Some thing bigger happened. Something monumental. Something really cool.
Yea that's right. I got gas for the car all byyyyy my SELF! (insert happy dance)
Lets back up a moment. I got my licence in 1997. Ten years ago, and when I got it, I lived in a very small town. So it was quite simple to toss my keys to my buds working the counter and have them drive the car up to the Very Flammable Do Not Hit EVER gas pumps for me and fill the tank.
Then, Right out of high school I moved to the City for University. I got my Dad or Uncle or whoever fell for it, to fill the tank for me. Sometimes I even paid for my own gas! Two months later I met the Hubster and he took over Gas Duty.
I'm very good at planning this type of thing out you know.
Unfortunately tonight the car was on empty and a bright yellow Get Me Gas Now Lady light was flashing. My plan was to drive to the city and get BFF kissy to fill my tank, but JJ ruined that with his snide little comment as I left the house; "Watch your gauge, you might have to stop somewhere and fill up!"
So I pulled up to the gas station, checked the dash for the Little Arrow thing-a-ma-bob to see what side the gas tank was on, Got out and checked to make sure the car wasn't lying, and lined up for my pump. (heh, pump. Thats a fun word to say) I had to wait a while, but I didn't mind. I was kind of scared. I don't like trying new things.
Remembering JJ's last minute instructions for the Worst Case Scenario, which of course is me having to get the gas, I turned off the engine. Success! I got out of the car and told the dude to fill it up. Then he asked if I wanted "regular" What the fuck ever... I explained to him I had never gotten gas and he should use his judgement on that.
It was going so well. I parked on the right side. I turned off the car. Now all I had to do was walk in and wait to pay, right?
Nope. The wee Gas Boy asked if I wanted my oil checked. I said no of course, I had a full container of Vegetable oil at home in the fridge, I should know, I just bought it on Saturday. But I did ask him to check my Windshield Washer Fluidy Thingy. And that's the technical term for it, just so you know.
So he asked me, ME, how to open the Front Part of the Car thingy, I gestured to the front of the car and and told him that there was a Clicky Part Thingy there. I have seen JJ and his dad and my dad and even kissy do. .. something...that sounded clicky to the front numerous times. I mean come on, he works there, he should know how to do it, right?
So then he asked me if I had to pop something inside the car. What.The.Fuck?? So I just opened the car door and told him to have at it.
He looked at me like I was dumb - or two, felt around the drivers seat and the Front Part of the Car thingy lifted. But he DID have to do some sort of clicky thing to a the front of the car too, cus I heard it!! (vindication!!)
But after that it was all smooth sailing. I only entered the wrong pin once for my debit, I also hit cancel once by mistake, but on the third try I got it right, and it was done.
Oh, and the Windshield Washer Fluid Thingy was already full.
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