Twice now, it’s happened. And within a year. I can’t believe it. How many times, in thrity plus years of driving have I filled the gas tank? Thousands? How many times have I forgotten to replace the gas cap? Maybe twice. Until this year. And now I’ve twice forgotten. Why? Men.
A few months ago, it was a really cute guy in the convenience store. He was inside working the register, and I was pumping gas, staring through the plate glass. A little too much. And I drove off, leaving the gas cap on top of the pump.
Yesterday, I filled up at the cheapy gas station across from work ($2.67/gallon). He was at the pump next to mine. He was way beyond cute; he was hot. Very. I lost my concentration. He spoke. Even though he finished filling the tank of his nice, big, red pickup and left before I finished, I was still distracted. Nothing happened, no real flirting even. I sure he was straight. But I left my gas cap on the roof of the car.
Twice. In one year. Men. I’m not exactly complaining, mind you.
Cheers, Joe.
4 comments:
Isn't it annoyingly wonderful!!!
oh, whoops! Better be careful! Soon you might be "losing" more than just the gas cap. LOL.
;P
Well honey, I'm thankful it was while you were pumping gas that you got distracted and not driving.
Nothing more embarassing than trying to explain to the police why you crashed into a tree in front of a bear bar... not that I've ever done that...
one time at the diesel station i got so distracted by this burly man i drove off with the nozzle still in the car
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