Thursday, September 19, 2013
Getting gas today was an experience I'm not likely to forget for a while. Erik wanted to get his growler filled, so I told him he'd have to buy me some gas. On the way home we saw some for $3.24 a gallon, so we pulled around and went in. I put in the credit card, typed in our zip code, pulled out a nozzle realizing I got the wrong one I was putting the nozzle back, but felt that I was getting wet. I looked over to see that the hose burst from the metal on top and I was getting a gasoline shower. The man at the pump yelled quick run and tell them to turn it off-such a gentleman. I did, the manager came out, turned off the pump, gave us $5.00 for my $4.88 shower and told us to pull around to another pump. He did apologize profusely. I did so very cautiously. We got enough gas to last a few days, and I drove home smelling like a gas can. I got into the shower clothes and all, but dropped the hand held shower head and it sprayed the floor. Now, my bathroom floor and I are clean, but I still feel like an open gas can.