Hilarious
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Have you ever seen "Garden State"? If so, then you'll probably realize why I thought this was hilarious.
On Saturday I had a pretty busy day. I judged the Mass State Science Fair in the morning at WPI and then hauled out to Clinton once I was done judging my kids. I run up to the town hall and watch the CHS graduation. Took some pictures, shook some hands, gave my presents, and then got back to my dad's house. From there, Stacy, Ian (her bf) and I get in the S4 and begin our journey to our cousin Ali's graduation party in Wilbraham, MA.
So far, this story seems rather bland. Bland be not! I needed gas and it was raining and didn't feel like getting out, so we went to the Getty at the top of the hill. The guy pumps my gas, I hand him my credit card, sign the receipt, and assume that I'm done. Done was far from the truth.
Now, when they pump for you, you assume that the order of operations are:
1. Pull up
2. Request of amount and what octane level
3. Fill up
4. Remove nozzle
5. Pay
6. Drive away
Well, the dude got his order a little mixed up. After I pay and put my card away, I assume that I'm cool to drive off. I pull away and hear a combination of a stretching sound, a rip, a cluck, and some dragging. We all kind of look at eachother in shock and awe trying to realize what just happened. I look in my sideview to find the nozzle still inserted in my car. The dude never took it out afterwards. I had pulled the sucker right out of the gas station and dragged it like 10 feet. Thankfully, it has a quick release for instances such as this and with a little effort, the two of us got it snapped back in, but it was still funny. We laughed our asses off back in the car and I got out of there pretty quickly.
Ah... Sometimes I amuse the hell out of myself.
Have you ever seen "Garden State"? If so, then you'll probably realize why I thought this was hilarious.
On Saturday I had a pretty busy day. I judged the Mass State Science Fair in the morning at WPI and then hauled out to Clinton once I was done judging my kids. I run up to the town hall and watch the CHS graduation. Took some pictures, shook some hands, gave my presents, and then got back to my dad's house. From there, Stacy, Ian (her bf) and I get in the S4 and begin our journey to our cousin Ali's graduation party in Wilbraham, MA.
So far, this story seems rather bland. Bland be not! I needed gas and it was raining and didn't feel like getting out, so we went to the Getty at the top of the hill. The guy pumps my gas, I hand him my credit card, sign the receipt, and assume that I'm done. Done was far from the truth.
Now, when they pump for you, you assume that the order of operations are:
1. Pull up
2. Request of amount and what octane level
3. Fill up
4. Remove nozzle
5. Pay
6. Drive away
Well, the dude got his order a little mixed up. After I pay and put my card away, I assume that I'm cool to drive off. I pull away and hear a combination of a stretching sound, a rip, a cluck, and some dragging. We all kind of look at eachother in shock and awe trying to realize what just happened. I look in my sideview to find the nozzle still inserted in my car. The dude never took it out afterwards. I had pulled the sucker right out of the gas station and dragged it like 10 feet. Thankfully, it has a quick release for instances such as this and with a little effort, the two of us got it snapped back in, but it was still funny. We laughed our asses off back in the car and I got out of there pretty quickly.
Ah... Sometimes I amuse the hell out of myself.
posted by Tim Baird at 8:01 AM
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