Josh, Lindsay, and Mackenzie

Some of you might be wondering, "why is she dedicating a blog entry to gas station pumps?" It's a good question, to be sure. If I knew the inventor's name of the breakaway fitting this ode would be to him (because surely it was a male). Today I went to a nice, late lunch with Heather. Knowing that in a few hours I'd be leaving for Houston, I decided to go ahead and fill up my gas tank on the way. {Cue harrowing gas station incident}

Imagine you've just pulled into the gas spot. You're the perfect distance away and are happy that there wasn't a wait. You swipe your card, prepare the tank, and begin to remove the spout from the holster. When suddenly, at that precise moment, the unit starts to shake and gas splatters on you from the other side of the unit. You panic, wondering if explosions have time delays and curious as to whether you should continue with your current course of action. You look around and a car is backing up. You wonder, "did they just rear-end this gas unit?" So you look around the actual device to realize this person was actually driving off with the hose STILL IN THEIR GAS TANK. The man gets out and says, quite calmly, "Man, I thought I pulled that out", to which you reply, "uh huh" still bewildered that one could even do such a thing. Then he says, "I guess it's a good thing they have these quick release things". And you think to yourself "How does this happen?"

Needless to say, it was quite the lunchtime adventure and made for a great opening story when I met up with Heather.