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My relationship with gasoline...
Posted December 10th 2009 at 10:37 PM by s_tor_m
...is not a good one, to say the least. I've had far more bad experiences with getting gas than good ones.
When I first got my drivers license, I didn't have to worry about filling up because I didn't drive much..and when I did drive, I drove my mom's car. I recently got my own vehicle, and therefore had the new responsibility of getting my own gas. I know...scary, right? The first few times I filled up, I had a friend or sibling in the car with me. (I claimed it was because I didn't want to run errands alone...but I secretly didn't know what the hell I was doing when I pulled up to the pump.) I let them walk me through it like a child the first few times, which was okay, but I still desperately wanted the moral support that came from the passenger seat.
About a month ago, I was running on empty and nobody was answering their cell phone. I was forced to get gas. ALONE.
I know what you're thinking...oh no! What happened?! Well, I'm going to save you all the story (since it's quite long and I tend to go on and on when I'm in blog mode...as you can tell) but let me just say...it took me about 3 times as long as it should have...and I got a LOT of strange looks. It was a bad experience. Not gonna lie...I came straight home and felt like crying.
Since then, however, things have gotten reasonably better. I've filled up a couple times, and things went like they were supposed to. It got to the point where I could actually lean against my car while it filled up, like normal people do. I was feeling quite proud of myself.
That is, until today.
This morning I was on my way to school. I knew my tank was nearing the E...so I was going to fill up after my class. Well...I didn't make it to class. I ran out while going over an overpass...halfway up the hill. Probably the worst place to have to stop. I called dear ol' mom, and she came with a little tank of gas, which wasn't enough to get it running. So we walked ourselves down to the station in the coldness that was a December morning, and got another little tank full. Luckily, this one was enough to get it started. This whole process took about 40 minutes...going to class was useless at this point. So I just came home, washed my jeans that had fresh gas stains on them, and snuggled in my bed until now. 2:30 in the freakin' afternoon.
Oh, gasoline...how I loathe thee.
When I first got my drivers license, I didn't have to worry about filling up because I didn't drive much..and when I did drive, I drove my mom's car. I recently got my own vehicle, and therefore had the new responsibility of getting my own gas. I know...scary, right? The first few times I filled up, I had a friend or sibling in the car with me. (I claimed it was because I didn't want to run errands alone...but I secretly didn't know what the hell I was doing when I pulled up to the pump.) I let them walk me through it like a child the first few times, which was okay, but I still desperately wanted the moral support that came from the passenger seat.
About a month ago, I was running on empty and nobody was answering their cell phone. I was forced to get gas. ALONE.
I know what you're thinking...oh no! What happened?! Well, I'm going to save you all the story (since it's quite long and I tend to go on and on when I'm in blog mode...as you can tell) but let me just say...it took me about 3 times as long as it should have...and I got a LOT of strange looks. It was a bad experience. Not gonna lie...I came straight home and felt like crying. Since then, however, things have gotten reasonably better. I've filled up a couple times, and things went like they were supposed to. It got to the point where I could actually lean against my car while it filled up, like normal people do. I was feeling quite proud of myself.
That is, until today.
This morning I was on my way to school. I knew my tank was nearing the E...so I was going to fill up after my class. Well...I didn't make it to class. I ran out while going over an overpass...halfway up the hill. Probably the worst place to have to stop. I called dear ol' mom, and she came with a little tank of gas, which wasn't enough to get it running. So we walked ourselves down to the station in the coldness that was a December morning, and got another little tank full. Luckily, this one was enough to get it started. This whole process took about 40 minutes...going to class was useless at this point. So I just came home, washed my jeans that had fresh gas stains on them, and snuggled in my bed until now. 2:30 in the freakin' afternoon.
Oh, gasoline...how I loathe thee.
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I'm sorry, but this made me laugh quite a bit, haha. I hope your relationship with gasoline gets better. =D
If it makes you feel better, I've never pumped my own gas, lol.Posted December 11th 2009 at 01:44 PM by Hollifire
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That actually does make me feel better!Quote:Originally Posted by HoLLiFeR
I'm sorry, but this made me laugh quite a bit, haha. I hope your relationship with gasoline gets better. =D
If it makes you feel better, I've never pumped my own gas, lol.
most people think I'm being a baby when I tell them I hate getting gas hahaPosted December 11th 2009 at 11:54 PM by s_tor_m
