Thursday, July 17, 2003
Old Ladies and Gas Stations Do Not Mix.
I was filling up my car at a gas station this afternoon and looked over at the other car. There was an old lady, an old man and a poodle.
These people were moving as fast as molasses.
It looked like they were planning to leave, since they both got into the car and started putting on their seat belts.
At this point I walked over to the drivers side and tapped on the window. The old lady cranked the window down.
Me: Are you planning to leave?
Old Lady: Yes I am.
Me: You still have the filler hose from the gas pump stuck in your gas tank. I think you should remove it before pulling away.
Old Lady: Oh My! Heavens to Betsy!
I just hope she is not driving anywhere near an open air farmers market.