So.... If, like me, you spent 12 years in Texas, you know how to pump gas because you had to. Unlike New Jersey there was no attendant waiting to pump your gas for you while you sat comfortably in your car perusing Facebook or Twitter. Well now that I've been in New Jersey for almost two years, I've gotten used to simply looking in my side mirror to see someone approaching my gas tank.
Fast forward to yesterday (or rewind, depending on how you look at things) and picture me in Pennsylvania. I'm driving along, and oh, by golly I need some gas. I find the nearest gas station and pull up to the pump (I must have been having a momentary lapse of commom sense because I pulled up to the pump on the wrong side of the car [strike 1]). I finally get situated in a way that would actually allow gasoline to enter my vehicle, and I put the car in park and check my side mirror. The attendant must be busy because I don't see anyone approaching me. I pull out my phone and start perusing.
[2 minutes later]
Where is this attendant? It's taking forever.....
[30 seconds later]
Oh. My. Gosh. I really hope nobody noticed my Jersey license plate because they're probably dying of laughter right now at the lady waiting for a gas attendant in a state that doesn't have gas attendants and it is perfectly legal to pump your own gas.
MORAL OF THE STORY
Pay closer attention to what state you're in than I did or you'll be pretending you can't find something in your wallet to justify why the heck you've been sitting at the gas pump for almost 5 minutes and haven't gotten out of your car.
~until next time
Working a full time job, raising two daughters, attempting to have a social life, trying to make my family proud, and trying to make myself proud are things I do every day. I'm now beginning my journey of giving. This is step one.