Sunday, September 20, 2009
The "Hawaiian Gas Station" Story
It was an ordinary day. I had just dropped my wife Carol and our friends Jere and "Just" Sue off at the riding stable in Maui. They had made reservations to go riding through the countryside and the pineapple fields. I had opp-ed out because I don't like to ride horses. My legs just don't go right on the horses, but that's another story. I waited with them until someone came and picked them up at the stable to take them to where the ride would start. I told them I was going to go on a self-guided tour of the area and head to the post office to drop off the dirty wash. You see we had packaged up some of the dirty clothes and I was going to mail them home so we would have more space in our suitcases for souvenirs. Neat idea, isn't it! I thought so. I had an enjoyable time driving around and visiting a few stores, then headed to the post office. After dropping off the wash I thought I better stop at the gas station and put some gas in the tank, since I had used quite a bit of it during my tour. I pulled into a station and stopped at the pump. Self-serve! I hopped out, went in the station to pre-pay. I then grabbed the pump handle and realized the gas cap was on the other side of the car. No trouble, right. Well the hose wasn't long enough to reach. I was going to have to turn the car around. I put the pump handle down on the pavement and climbed in the car. Oops! I climbed into the BACK seat. I looked into the station to see if anyone had noticed what I had done. You bet. They were all at the window to see what I would do next. Well I opened the door and climbed in the front. I starting to turn around when someone else pulled up to my pump. Now what do I do? Just leave, I thought and go to another station. You betcha! No need to create anymore amusement for the spectators. It was just another extraordinary day in the life of an ordinary guy.
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