New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Here's my moment of the day...

My Lovely Gilly left my car very, very, very low on gas so one the way home tonight I had to stop to fill it up. Which was after I saw a sign on the bus (when exiting) that fares will be going up. Now you and I know that it's the whole gas price excuse. But we also know that gas prices will go down but the bus cost won't. Additionally their horrible service will not improve, of this I am certain. One more reason to stop working in the city.

So anyway, I stop at the gas station, pull in behind a van, turn off the car, keep the radio on (because "Smells Like Teen Spirit" was on), pull out the AMEX and pop the gas hatch. The guy is running around like a lunatic. One guy is pumping his own gas (a big no no in Jersey in fact it's against the law in an effort to prevent drive aways...)...and I see the station guy bouncing from car to car and then he goes to the car infront of me yet doesn't start pumping gas even though he swiped her credit card...he dashed to another car and at this point I decide I should go to the station less then one block up the road.

I realize that my hatch is open but the cap is on so what do I care? I proceed to attempt to pull out and someone shouts at me, I am assuming they were yelling about the hatch. I was pulling onto a very busy road so I needed to use extreme caution. All of a sudden this SUV pulls up on my left. Now I know that the woman is going to tell me about the hatch so I roll down my window and say, "I know. I am going to the next station."

But she won't stop talking, "You're tank is open!"

Now technically it wasn't open. The cap was on. The little door was only open.
"I know I am going to the next station" - Me

And still she goes on. Admittedly I never said thank you. The thought never occured to me because I knew the hatch was open. I just kept politely saying, "I know."

And this woman was blocking my view, making it impossible for me to pull out safely. I just wanted to get gas and go home. It was 7:45PM for God's sake.

Then she gets angry because I don't seem to be appreciative enough of her efforts and she's yelling at me and yet I manage to pull out safely. Muttering to myself, "Shut up you stupid yenta."

She pulled out after me and made an illegal right turn against a red light without using a signal.

I got gas at the next station without incident.

And still the garbage man hasn't picked up the garbage. I hadn't mentioned that because I thought it would be taken care of after the second message I left yesterday. Guess who's machine suffered the wrath of my rotten gas experience???


posted by JustKeepMum on 10:09 PM