Yesterday evening after work I went to the gas station. My low fuel light was on..so it was a must. I HATE getting gas when it is so stinking cold outside. It is honestly one of my least favorite things to do. Besides folding laundry..which used to be one of my favorite things to do. Regardless, this is how the pumping gas situation unfolded to make my experience even better.
I am standing there freezing cold waiting for my tank to fill. I can feel my snot freezing, and I can feel my back start to throb even worse from shivering. I notice a man next to me pumping gas as well. He is staring at me. He is staring at me and won't stop. He is continuing to stare at me and I don't understand why. I make direct eye contact with him conveying the look of death and why the hell are you looking at me. He smiles and says, "did you uh, did you uh...ummm....smuggle a basketball under your coat this evening? bahaha"
Yes idiot. I smuggled a basketball under my coat. Thanks for asking.
3 comments:
Bah! Haha!
Oh jeeze. Some people can't just keep to themselves. Also, I absolutely hate pumping gas in the cold too but it's better than letting my gas get too low and it freezing.
I betcha I coulda worked up a good "here's your sign" comment for that one.
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