No Gas

Okay, why do these things always seem to happen to me...don't get me wrong, I am not usually a poor pitiful me person... but come on... Today I had to take the MOMO (my mother in law) to a checkup for her foot...which by the way is doing great... when i realize on the way to drop her back off... 0 miles to empty...no problem, zip into the Shell and fill up... NOT, all their pumps EXCEPT the premium are out of order.... humm, seems a little fishy to me... Nope, the sensible side kicks in and I say... on to the next station... right across the street, pull in... big sign, no credit or pulse cards, cash only... *!? ummm, okay, i rarely have cash and i certainly don't walk into a store to pay for gas, hello? does anyone know how to say PAY AT THE PUMP... It's okay, i can make it down the street to the other station, so on i go, a little nervous but determined, i pull in... and these pumps DON'T EVEN HAVE A SLIDER FOR THE CREDIT CARDS... okay, now i am looking for the cameras because i have 1) got to be a part of some 20/20 experiment or 2) entered a time warp that sent me back to Happy Days... okay, now, i am pushing it so I head into the store to pay... Did I mention that the cold front had come in and it had already dropped from 70 to a mere 43... and the wind made it feel even colder and i was already having a bad haird day...really bad...and i left my jacket at work because dammit it was hot when i left and the news guy said the cold front wasn't coming in til mid afternoon and last time i checked, 10 a.m. was not mid afternoon... anywho... get to the door, and almost lose me fingers...it's locked!!!! alright, now i am pretty sure i did something really bad to piss God off... the kind (and warm inside the store) bud light delivery guy tells me the owner, who is obviously working alone went to the restroom and will be right back... so i freeze my butt off waiting, and waiting and getting madder and madder ...and then a little grossed out realizing this is obviously a serious restroom visit.... and lo and behold here comes mr. happy to let me in and happily take my checkcard from my frozen hand, my hair looks like i am one of the Jackson 5 and he has the damn nerve to tell me "is it cold out there" and me, the non-confrontational- not rude person that I try to be tells him with every ounce of hate i can stutter out... yes it is and i really don't think that is funny, if i wasn't on empty i would have left... and being the clever (and brave) fellow that he is he says 'oh, your out of gas' no sir, i am not out of gas, i just have my parked car in front of the pumps and froze my butt off while you took the turtles to the water because I am a crazy and wild person like that... ring me up so i can get the he!! out of here! So there it is...a taste of my wild side.... ROAR