I DO NOT like to pump my own gas and try my best to avoid it at all costs.
- When I have someplace to go, I am generally not excited to take a detour from my trip just to stop at a station to pay a ridiculous amount of money for gas, a necessary evil. The cost of gas these days is enough to make me lose my lunch. ugh!
YIKES!
- I never want to touch the grimy pump handle that’s been ‘handled’ by who knows WHO?! and because of this I keep antibacterial goodies nearby to douse myself when I’m done. I often fear that I am one cold away from holding the handle with tissue paper.
Fact: Bobby’s grandmother has never pumped her own gas because Bobby’s grandfather happily does it for her. They’ve been married for 55 years. Call it spoiled. Call it silly. Call it whatcha want. I call it sweet. Bobby fills my tank I would guess about 75% of the time and I appreciate is so very much. Mostly because he’s driving when the pump goes to ‘E’ but I have been known to leave a post-it here and there reminding him of my low tank. Just like his grandfather, he happily fills my tank for me. I’ve got a good man, y’all! <3
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My husband does the same for me and as "little" of a thing as it is, it's truly huge.
ReplyDeleteWe've got keepers, girl! :)
Whoah - you weren't kidding, you do have me beat.
ReplyDeleteYep, my hubby almost always pumps my gas for me. I very much appreciate it - it makes me feel so taken care of!
How'd we get so lucky? :)
Every once in awhile mine will go out on a Sunday and come back with coffee and a full tank in my car. Oh how I love those Sundays!
ReplyDeleteI totally agree it is beyond sweet.
ReplyDeletei hate pumping gas too! one time, it totally skeeved me out when after i pumped gas my hand smelled like cologne from the guy who touched it before me. blech!! in NJ there are gas attendants who do it for you :) it's especially nice when it's freezing out.
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