I looked totally hot this morning. I wore a dress, groomed my hair, and sprayed on my favorite perfume. I left the house feeling confident and ready for the day. The sunshine engulfed the sky, making 18 degrees feel more like 40. I drove to the gas station to fill up my tank, and that’s when things sort of got smelly.
Per usual, I set the latch on the pump to auto so I could putz around in my purse and get things organized while my tank fills. Well this time, when the pump was supposed to stop automatically once the tank was full, it just didn’t. I thought it might have been because the latch was still flipped so I flipped it back and pulled the nozzle out.
It was like a geyser of fuel. All over my car. All over the ground. All over my pretty little shoes and bare legs. I smell like fuel, not Wonderful by American Girl, and I am not happy about this.
I think tomorrow I will just wear baggy jeans and a t-shirt to work.
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