Another Monday and I have to hit the gas pump to fill up before fight the Tacoma to Seattle traffic cluster-fuck, which is only amplified by the fact that gas is so frigging expensive. So there I am pumping away my bank account when a gentleman pulls up to the pump across from me. I pay no mind to him because it’s early and I have not yet sucked down my morning caffeinated beverage and thus I am in no mood for small talk. As I hit the $25 mark on my road to ruin I realize that his car is still on as he’s pumping gas into it. I’m a little taken aback by this – isn’t this dangerous, doesn’t it say right on the pump to turn your car off? So I look over at him, because maybe he’s not pumping gas yet, but he is and to make matters worse it’s then that I realize his passenger is smoking – in the running car, which is currently having gas pumped into it.
And I think, “So this is how I’m going to die.”
CW
Was he one of those newfangled gas thieves? I was expecting to read that he screeched off with the pump still running with the handle dangling out of the side of his car!
ReplyDeleteYou’d think that that would be the natural progression of that story … T-Town is full of some top-notch peeps. I have no idea why I’m currently boyfriendless.
ReplyDeleteThis is the funniest thing I have heard/read/pictured in quite sometime! You crack me up, Christy!!
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