...the rest of the story.
Dec. 9th, 2008 11:33 amWhoops. I alluded earlier this morning to a blow for energy independence encounter with a gas pump this morning, but forgot to put up the story for another 45 minutes or so. Cue distressed phone call from partner...
Anyway. What happened was this; finally got all my junk together for work this morning, fed the dogs, scraped the car, and headed north. Snow/sleet had already started by then, but that's actually not relevant to this story, believe it or not. What was relevant was the proximity of the needle on my gas gauge to the "E" side of the equation. So I pulled into the BP up the road, filled up the tank, and scraped more crap off my windshield. Got back in the car to make sure I had cash for parking downtown, listened for the 'click' of the gas pump. Put my wallet away, put my gloves back on, started the car, and drove out of the parking lot.
You may have noticed an element missing in this story... actually I didn't make it out of the parking lot, because after about 8 feet I heard a "clunk-CLUNK". What was that, I wondered - did I leave something on the back of the car? Did my rear axle fall off suddenly? Did I leave my card in the pump reader (I have no idea why that one popped up, but it did)? No, I drove away with the pump handle still in my gas tank, and thus no longer connected to the pump proper.
Whoopsie-daisy. Backed up, parked, coiled up the pump handle and hose (people do this sort of shit all the time apparently, so instead of causing Flaming Death, they're designed to disconnect from the pump and auto-shut-off). Debated briefly what to do next, then noticed that my gas tank cap had flown off somewhere... located that, then went inside to do the right thing and tell them their pump was damaged. As mentioned, they were unsurprised and amused rather than horrified and litigious.
So that's the story of Me vs. Big Oil.
::edit:: And my training tonight is cancelled - WIKTORY!
Anyway. What happened was this; finally got all my junk together for work this morning, fed the dogs, scraped the car, and headed north. Snow/sleet had already started by then, but that's actually not relevant to this story, believe it or not. What was relevant was the proximity of the needle on my gas gauge to the "E" side of the equation. So I pulled into the BP up the road, filled up the tank, and scraped more crap off my windshield. Got back in the car to make sure I had cash for parking downtown, listened for the 'click' of the gas pump. Put my wallet away, put my gloves back on, started the car, and drove out of the parking lot.
You may have noticed an element missing in this story... actually I didn't make it out of the parking lot, because after about 8 feet I heard a "clunk-CLUNK". What was that, I wondered - did I leave something on the back of the car? Did my rear axle fall off suddenly? Did I leave my card in the pump reader (I have no idea why that one popped up, but it did)? No, I drove away with the pump handle still in my gas tank, and thus no longer connected to the pump proper.
Whoopsie-daisy. Backed up, parked, coiled up the pump handle and hose (people do this sort of shit all the time apparently, so instead of causing Flaming Death, they're designed to disconnect from the pump and auto-shut-off). Debated briefly what to do next, then noticed that my gas tank cap had flown off somewhere... located that, then went inside to do the right thing and tell them their pump was damaged. As mentioned, they were unsurprised and amused rather than horrified and litigious.
So that's the story of Me vs. Big Oil.
::edit:: And my training tonight is cancelled - WIKTORY!
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Date: 2008-12-09 05:55 pm (UTC)I've never known someone who has actually *done* that. I've heard stories, but... ;-)
Glad it wasn't anything worse!
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Date: 2008-12-09 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 06:18 pm (UTC)WE used to live on 75th and Ward Parkway.
Date: 2008-12-09 06:26 pm (UTC)Not too long ago you might have started a fire. But they've made them breakaway.
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Date: 2008-12-09 06:42 pm (UTC)*toast*
(I, also, was thinking the worst, because we had numerous gas pumps get torn off their moorings during hurricanes (2 within a week of each other!) when I worked 911 in FL. And then I, too, thought...wait. He's posting, he must be ok.)
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Date: 2008-12-09 06:45 pm (UTC)b) LOL
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Date: 2008-12-09 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 10:27 pm (UTC)So you can totally just come and pick me up from work - WIKTORY+!
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Date: 2008-12-09 10:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-09 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-10 02:26 am (UTC)This is going to be the stage name of a comedy duo someday.