Wild Wednesday

"Wild Wednesday" is the term that a local gas station uses to get customers in. They offer 6 cents off all gas on Wednesdays only. Well, I don't usually go to this gas station because of its location - it is a high traffic area with not enough traffic signs/signals plus there are a lot of retirement communities in our area, need I say more! (Sorry if I offend anyone in this category...)

Anyway, today I decided to go there since the price of gas is on the rise yet again and I wanted to fill my tank before the holiday weekend. Well, the kids are talking to me all at once & Jake is having a rough day with some "tummy troubles" and voicing his discomfort quite loudly as I pull into the gas station. Therefore, I didn't see the sign that says "DO NOT ENTER". Evidently, this sign is put there only on Wednesdays to control the high volume of cars wanting to get the discounted gasoline. (I felt better after Danny told me that it's not there everyday, because I drive past this place ALL the time & I was questioning my sanity as to why I didn't remember it being there).

So folks, here's where my Wednesday gets really WILD...I pull up to the pump head on to another car (which happens to be at the head of the line of about 10-15 cars all in line for this pump). I was totally oblivious to the fact that they were all waiting in line for gas & I OBVIOUSLY was in the wrong place ~ But at this point, another car has blocked me in from behind (not to mention that the nice attendant at the gas station failed to say anything like, "Hey Lady, you came in the wrong way!" ~ I would have totally backed up & gotten out of there!) No, that would have been too easy...

Well, since our state does not have pump your own gas, this makes it even more interesting because the attendant proceeds to fill my tank & ignore the man who is facing my car. Now he was probably in his late 60's to early 70's (complete with golf shirt and plaid pants) and he gets out of his car and comes up towards my window - "Hey, you can't come in here this way - You're doing it the wrong way" (At this point I felt like I was in the Seinfeld episode with the Soup Nazi - It would have been easier if the attendant had just said to me - "No gas for you!") So anyway, I try to tell the man nicely that you can come into a gas station either way, it just depends on where your gas tank is on your car (I wasn't trying to be sassy, I just didn't see the sign & totally could not comprehend how he didn't understand this concept of how a gas station works). Just then, the lady behind him gets out (She was sporting a beautiful pure white "beehive" hairstyle, I might add) - "I had to go all the way around the block to get in line ~ You can't just pull right in here!"

At this point there was a nice lady across the pump who was smiling (well, actually laughing) at me saying "They're gonna kill you!" Those were very comforting words - Now I am getting a little nervous & trying to plan my escape route in my head so they won't follow me to my house~If they even let me get out of here alive! The plaid pants man comes closer to my window, "You know, there is a sign there that says Do Not Enter" having to prove to me that he is right - So I proceed to tell him - "Listen, sorry, but what can I do at this point anyway? I don't even come to this gas station ever! Would you like to come sit in my car with my three screaming kids for a while!?!" He replied one more time, just to drive the point home "There is a sign over there..." So I just look at him & tell him nicely that I will pray for his anger & that I don't have to listen to him anymore & rolled up my window! (Wow, I'm tough! I sure showed him, huh?) I also want to point out for those of you who don't know me personally, I may be ditzy at times (ie, not seeing a big red sign saying Do Not Enter), but I would never intentionally cut people off at the gas station just to save a few bucks!

Whew! I finally paid for my gas & got out of there in one piece...No more Wild Wednesdays for me!