Possessed Gas Station

I’m starting to think that what luck I do have is bad! Last night I had drill team practice. Unfortunately the hubby was in training all week and was still traveling home when I needed to get ready to go. I not-so-patiently waited for him to arrive home.  Now I know some of you are asking, “Why the hell didn’t she just get ready alone?” Normally I would. But when you have an almost seven month old, you can’t really DO anything outside. Not when you are in an area that is covered in snow, hidden ice, and mud.

When the hubby got home, I dumped the kid on him and headed out to hook the trailer up. Luckily I took the stock trailer. If I would have taken the big trailer, I bet I would have gotten stuck in our own yard. As it was, I think I almost bogged down in our driveway anyway. Nothing like being in 4x4 to get out of your own damn driveway.

As always, I parked the truck on Empty. Why do I always freaking do that? So instead of having the nasty little yellow gas gauge light come on at some point in my driving, I decided to get gas BEFORE I went to practice.

Of course, I was already running late because the hubby didn’t get home until the time I needed to leave. So after finally getting the trailer hooked up and avoiding getting stuck in our driveway, I was on my way with horse in tow to the gas station.

I eyed the gas gauge the entire time just waiting for that damn light to turn on but it never did. I pulled in to the gas station and instantly realized I’d pulled in on the wrong side. DAMNIT. So around the gas station I went, waiting for the damn little yellow light to come on.

I pulled in to the correct pump, grabbed my debit card, hopped out, unscrewed my gas cap and turned to face the gas pump. What the fuck?!? The stupid debit/credit card part of the pumps aren’t light up. I tried it anyway. I didn’t think it would hurt just to try. Of course, NOTHING. I’m already late so what the hell! So I trotted my fat ass in to the gas station only to be greeted by two teenage boys running the gas station. GREEEAAAAAT.

Me: “The debit card part of the pumps don’t work. “

Teenage Boy: “Huh? They should.”

Well, no shit of course they should. At least he went outside to look. But I get asked the stupid question, well what about the other pump? No shit Sherlock, if the other pump would have worked, I would have circled the damn gas station AGAIN.

Me: “Can I just pay after I get done.”

Teenage Boy: “Sure.”

And the Teenage Boy promptly goes back inside. To give him credit, I think he was talking with the other boy to figure out what was wrong.

I lifted the handle and flipped the switch. Of course, NOTHING. You gotta be fucking kidding me! Now I’m SERIOUSLY late. So I again, tromp my fat ass BACK into the gas station.

Me: “The pumps don’t work.”

Teenage Boy: “huh?”

Me: “I think my bad luck is rubbing off on everyone.”

Teenage Boy: “Must be.”

Gee, thanks for the moral support. But what do I expect from a teenage boy.

To give him credit, he did go back outside to look at all of the pumps. But while he was looking at the pumps, I was watching the minutes tick by so that I was more and more late. I have people waiting on me and I’m dicking around with stupid gas pumps that don’t work.

So while said teenage boy is trying to figure out the gas pumps, I climb back in and head for the next nearest gas station. Thank god there’s another gas station a mile away. Otherwise, I’d have to drive 10 miles the other direction to fill up. I don’t think pulling a horse trailer to get gas when I’m already on empty would work. I didn’t think I would make it if I had to go the other direction.

On the bright side, the second gas station fill up went smoothly.

The worst part of the entire experience, not but two hours earlier I’d filled up my car with gas at that gas station from hell. Figures, only luck I have is bad.