Rules of safety
Never light a cigarette at a gas station, lest you should ignite the few drops of gasoline that have spilled en route from tank to pump, or the gallons that have choked unstoppably forth from the nozzle when some yuppie idiot girl on her iPhone pulls it from her car before it’s done pumping and without making sure the nozzle lock is off — and as she stands there, unable to figure out how to make it stop, looking around idiotically for help, the highly flammable liquid spews and splatters all over everything (her car, her yoga pants, her knit Ugg boots, and yes, the ground), and her fluffy little dog leans out the window and sneezes in protest at the chemical smell, as if trying to tell the idiot girl to just shut the damn thing off already — before, finally, the gas station attendant comes rushing out to help, and they both proceed to wipe out on the little lake of gas that has formed and is, surprisingly enough, quite slippery.
And never use your cell phone while operating a gas pump, lest you should be that very girl.
Now, does anyone know how to get the smell of gasoline out of my boots? They’ve already been through my washing machine twice …
AMANDA!
No freakin’ way…. youtube needs to have a crew standing by.
Oh no!!! Not a good day
PS: You’re quite the Trixie
Oh. My. God. I really need to pay more attention to your blogs.
This was amazing. I’ve just read it three times… and have laughed out loud each time.
Thank you.