
I stopped by the gas station on the way home from dropping Logan off at the church building for Wednesday evening Bible study with his uncle because Josh is out of town and my oldest child is sick (there is an extremely long story here that I WILL blog about in the future).
The van was sitting on E. That was the only reason I even went in the first place. Josh had left me with gas in both vehicles before he left to go out of town, but I was about to run out of gas in the van. I decided to get $20.00 worth of gas.
So, I sat there waiting my turn. While I was sitting, I got my Kroger card for the discount and my debit card ready and in hand. I locked the passenger door for safety and popped the gas door. I was ready to be efficient! The car in front of me finished and moved away. So, I pulled up and jumped out and was showing off my mad gas pumping skills. I guess they were so "mad" that the gentleman behind me thought I really knew what I was doing. He jumped out of his truck to ask me how many miles to the gallon my van got. Believe me, I was flattered. Really, to look at my mad gas pumping skills and consider asking me such a thought provoking question. I really wished I could help this poor oblivious soul. Instead, I laughed hysterically.
"You'd have to ask my husband. I really do not know the answer to that," I said. He looked at me as if I were an alien. Then and there I knew I had wronged him by pumping gas so efficiently. I gave off the wrong impression. I then came clean with him.
"You see, I'm one of those spoiled people. The ones that know that cars come with keys and that you put them in the ignition, turn them, and then go. I usually don't even pump my own gas. My husband does that for me."
He looked astonished and explained why he asked (which all I heard was, "Man stuff, blah, blah, packages, loading, blah, blah, blah, gas mileage, blah, prices, more man stuff, testosterone") and followed it with, "Do you like it?"
"Well, that is a Horse of a Different Color (Wizard of Oz reference...sorry), sir. I can answer questions like that," I thought to myself.
I said, "Yes, I do like it." By that time, he made me mess up. I got $20.01. I felt justice was served. I shouldn't have tried to show off skills I don't possess and trick a poor man that really wanted to know about the gas mileage. I really am not good at anything in regards to cars, not even pumping gas, I guess.


