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Here’s the fiasco I dealt with last week.
I needed gas, but the only available pump was on the wrong side of my car. I pulled close, stretched the hose over the car, and managed to fit the nozzle into the tank. It was a little tight, but I thought it was fine.
I paid and started pumping—and WHOOSH! The pressure popped the nozzle right out! Gas went everywhere—all over my legs, inside both shoes, soaking my socks, on my dress, and all over my arms. I was drenched, and the hose was flopping around spraying gas all over the pavement!
I finally got it under control, but I stunk!
Eau de Gasoline is not a great scent! Luckily, I was only ten minutes from home. I stripped in the garage, washed my clothes and sneakers twice, and put everything outside to dry. The whole house still smelled like gasoline! About 6 hours of yankee candles took care of that oder.
After a 25 minute shower, I finally got the smell off me. What an ordeal! My sneakers are still smelly, so I’m airing them out with dryer sheets stuffed into the toes.
Gary said, “OMG—only you!” 😂
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