The One With The Crazy Gas Station Goers

Did you ever have one of those five minute periods where you shake your head at everyone you meet in a five minute stretch. I did earlier today when I was getting gas. And, boy, did it stick in my craw.

First, as I was pulling into the station itself, a Porsche Cheyenne owner also pulled in and sort of stopped to try to figure out where to go. I had to try to move out of his way because his decision to stop left me in the road. As I tried to go around him he decided to move forward.

As he moved into position in front of a Toyota that was trying to get gas I realized I would have to go on the other side. I turned the corner to get ready to go on the other side when a red car blew right into my spot. Argh. So, I actually had to leave the lot, turn the corner, and come in again.

This time, I positioned myself behind the Toyota, assuming the lady pumping the gas would eventually move. While I waited for her to pump gas - it took some time - and guy turned around in a dark blue car at the pump on the other side of her (which is something I could have done), behind the red car. As soon as he gets out, he unlatches his gas cap and grabs the gas pump....which a lit cigarette in hand. Fortunately, he didn't blow up the entire neighborhood.

I watched as he doused the cigarette and pumped gas. Meanwhile, the Toyota lady finally finished pumping and walked in front of her car. I was home free...she was ready to leave.

Or so I thought. A few moments passed and she never remerged. She literally disappeared. Where she went, I don't know. I am hoping she made it back to her car....but it was like a ghost was there.

I moved around the Toyota to go to a whole new bank of pumps, only to have a large truck pull into the pump I was aiming for. And, he could barely fit and had to back up, almost hitting me.

Needless to say, I had enough. I left (to come back successfully ten minutes later). Fortunately, I had Emmie, Kiff, and Bri with me, otherwise I might have thought I was dreaming.