At the risk of losing the respect of all of my "Britt Goes to Pitt" readers, I must share with you a story.
On my way back to Pittsburgh following a fabulous Thanksgiving weekend, I stopped at the Flying J, a gas station that lies just outside of the Columbus eastern suburbs and is notoriously much cheaper than all others. I pulled up to a pump, popped open my gas cap, and swiped my credit card.
My stingy VW Beetle requires that I use the 89 gas instead of the standard 87 gas. So, when the machine prompted me to "LIFT NOZZLE AND SELECT PRODUCT," I lifted the nozzle and pushed "89." Nothing happend. I pushed 89 harder. Still nothing happened. Thinking (for really no good reason), that maybe my freezing hands were the cause of the problem, I rubbed them together and blew some warm air on them and tried again. Once again, nothing.
I was feeling frustrated, and decided that another machine would probably be better. Giving up, I pushed the cancel button. Nothing happened.
Antsy, I locked my car and headed into the gas station. There, I encountered a friendly young gas station attendant who could sense my palpable frustration.
Here's how our conversation went:
Friendly clerk - Can you I help you ma'am? (Note - I HATE being called ma'am. I am 22, not 42.)
Me (for some reason I talked even faster than normal) - I-think-there's-a-problem-with-my-pump-because-I-can't-push-89-and-I-can't-push-cancel.
Friendly clerk - Which pump is giving you trouble?
Me - I-don't-know-exactly-but-my-car-is-that-blue-one-right-there.
Friendly clerk - OK, let's go take a look.
We walked to my car
Friendly clerk - Can you show me what you tried to do.
Me - OK, sure.
I lifted the pump and tried pushing the button. Nothing happened him. I looked at him triumphantly, practically proclaiming "See, it's not working!"
The friendly clerk chuckled a little big, and said, "Ma'am that's the diesel pump, you want this one." He pointed from the green pump that I was holding that CLEARLY said DIESEL, to a black one that did not.
All I could manage was a thank you. I pumped my gas in shame and got the heck out of there. Even though the gas is cheap, I may not be able to show my face at the Flying J for awhile.
You are too adorbs. Once I tried helplessly to pump gas for 10 minutes before I realized I had to push the lever on the nozzle holder down if that makes you feel better!!
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