I haven’t driven my car in two weeks. Only two weeks, but you’d think I hadn’t driven it in two years. I took my daughter to skating tonight and in typical "Candace" fashion, my van was practically on empty. I’m not a big fan of putting gas in my car. I typically try to time it so that whenever my husband takes the van it’s running on fumes. This saves me the aggravation of filling it up. Tonight however, my fuel light came on just as we were arriving at the arena. Odds of getting home were slim, so I had no choice but to find a full serve gas station.
For the record, I have driven this car for three years and know that the gas tank is on the driver’s side. I swear I have actually stepped out of this car and put gas in it. Occasionally. Tonight however, I swore the gas tank was on the passenger side.
I pull in and the attendant points to the other side of the gas tank. I
point through the window and mouth “Over there?” and he nods. "Ok", I think, "maybe the gas isn’t pumping on this side". I back up and do a three point turn and proceed to reverse my car with the passenger side again facing the pumps. The attendant is now waving at me, looking perplexed. I roll down the passenger side window and he says, “Madam, your gas tank is on the driver’s side?” and this is where the idiot makes an appearance......
“No it’s not” I say indignantly, as I whip my head around to look out the driver’s side window and proceed to whack my forehead full on into a closed window.
I give the attendant full credit for stifling his laughter. I can not give my husband the same credit. He is still laughing a good hour after I told him. I need an Advil for my headache and a hole to crawl into for my embarassment.
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