Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Patience, it's a virtue

      Destination, psych doc. ETA, ...late. I'd have to wait 3-months to see him if I didnt make it. Fitting in a gas and cigarette stop on the way.

      My man finished getting gas, next comes avoiding rush hour. As we roll out, an unexplainable noise came came along with us. Followed by a car horn. I assumed we got hit. No more delays damnit.
      My man got out, discovering he drove with the car still connected to the gas pump. Then took that shit out, chucked it back, checked the car, no issues. Off we go.

      Then the old dudes

      One blocked the car as the other held the driver door open.
      We both just let them bitch. Looking away pondering. I pondered at least, about the estimated time of arrival. Then I heard one say the word police.

      Hell. No.
      No time.

      I juuuust wanted to skid out. Whispered "...just go".

      Instead, he got out of the car. Screwed the nozzle back on over the broke part of the pump. No gas was leaking so we left. The men still screaming shit we cant understand, but I think they thanked us in a way.

      It took a good 5-minutes before we started laughing, making what just happened not so casual anymore. Now that I think of it, I've only seen that shit in movies.

        We ended up half an hour early to my appointment. The doc was running behind. I sat a good 60-minutes in the waiting room.

      Patience. It's a virtue.

14 comments:

  1. I always worry that I'll do that to a gas pump one day

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    1. They're made with a screw on nozzle. So if that happens the hose doesn't come along. Haha.

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    2. I had to learn the hard way unfortunately....

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  2. There's a first time for everything. I'm glad you made your appointment.

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  3. I really missed you! Take good care, sorry about the gas pump! :0

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    1. You too Tracy!! Was recently thinking of you. :)

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  4. So I guess it was one of those days...

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  5. At least you can laugh about it now. And you made it early.

    It always amazes me what some people are willing to call the police over. Your guy stayed, he put everything back, no one or nothing was harmed... better call the police? What are they gonna do, exactly?

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    1. The word "police" during any dispute sets off an alert. Like when one screams "Fire!" and the whole neighborhood comes outside.
      I don't fully understand the method either.

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  6. I always pump my gas while holding the pump. I have the luxury of living in a warm place.

    As in, I have the air conditioning on right now and I'm still hot.

    But it's a wild and memorable story. I never realized there were gas stations vigilantes!

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    1. Well lucky you!! Some states even make workers pump gas for you. Crazy thought...

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