Not the brightest lightbulb in the socket
by Zia ~ October 1st, 2004. Filed under: Exigencies.Yesterday, full of good cheer, I swung into the gas station on the way home from work and pumped a tankload of … diesel.
The fact that the nozzle fit PERFECTLY into the tank should have been a dead giveaway; most of them are far too small for my car’s antiquated system and gush gas all over the place if I’m not careful.
They towed me up the road to a service station, where my tank was emptied once the mechanic had picked himself up off the floor from laughing. Then I zipped on home. No problem. But I have provided endless amusement to all the males I know; Steve was hysterical and Wayne chuckled, which for him is the same thing.
Have the afternoon off since we’re in the process of moving office buildings. Worked from home in the a.m. with a furry little canine nestled on my lap. Now, clean the pigsty and then tire the potsticker out with Koya and Elizabeth in Seward Park.