Too Stupid to Pump Gas
This is a true story. It happened today after Bug and I picked up G to fetch lunch. That evil dashboard light that tells me that it's time to spend another $50 at the gas pump came on. There's an ARCO near G's office that is under $3/gallon so we went. Like other Japanese cars, our gas tank is on the left, which means that we have to get in line and wait for a vacant pump, whereas a car with a tank on the right could just pull right in, pay the exorbitant sum and hit the road.
There is one entrance to get to the two lines of pumps (there are two pumps on each side of each line of pumps). We chose the line closer to the street because there was only one car in it. Of course, that car was at the rear pump and the one in front was not being used. Could it be that the driver was all done and ready to pull out? Or might she notice that there is a big blue van behind her so she would think to pull up to the forward pump? No and no. She ignored the world around her, took her own sweet time at the credit card machine to pay for her gas, and then couldn't figure out how to get the pump to work. I kid you not. She must have been in her mid 60's and apparently she had never pumped gas before. Ultimately, G popped out of the van to try to help her and then got someone from the gas station to get things working.
By this time, G and I are rolling our eyes and waiting. So she pumps her gas. And hops back into her car. And nothing happens. She just sits there and probably wonders why her car isn't moving. Well, perhaps it had something to do with that little old gas cap sitting on the trunk of her car. I finally hopped out, knocked on her back window, told her to turn off the car, and put the gas cap in place. Had I not helped her, who knows how long she would have sat there. And how lucky was she that the van behind her contained an old married couple with a baby rather than some hostile teenagers. Eventually, she left. And we got our gas and had a good laugh.
As it turned out, choosing the other line would not have helped as that driver of the truck at the rear pump waited until after his car was full of gas to wash the windows. Man, I hate it when people do that.
I swear this was actually funny when it happened, but I guess you had to be there.
There is one entrance to get to the two lines of pumps (there are two pumps on each side of each line of pumps). We chose the line closer to the street because there was only one car in it. Of course, that car was at the rear pump and the one in front was not being used. Could it be that the driver was all done and ready to pull out? Or might she notice that there is a big blue van behind her so she would think to pull up to the forward pump? No and no. She ignored the world around her, took her own sweet time at the credit card machine to pay for her gas, and then couldn't figure out how to get the pump to work. I kid you not. She must have been in her mid 60's and apparently she had never pumped gas before. Ultimately, G popped out of the van to try to help her and then got someone from the gas station to get things working.
By this time, G and I are rolling our eyes and waiting. So she pumps her gas. And hops back into her car. And nothing happens. She just sits there and probably wonders why her car isn't moving. Well, perhaps it had something to do with that little old gas cap sitting on the trunk of her car. I finally hopped out, knocked on her back window, told her to turn off the car, and put the gas cap in place. Had I not helped her, who knows how long she would have sat there. And how lucky was she that the van behind her contained an old married couple with a baby rather than some hostile teenagers. Eventually, she left. And we got our gas and had a good laugh.
As it turned out, choosing the other line would not have helped as that driver of the truck at the rear pump waited until after his car was full of gas to wash the windows. Man, I hate it when people do that.
I swear this was actually funny when it happened, but I guess you had to be there.
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