So today I was on my way to drop my son off to school and realized that I had less than a quarter tank of gas in my car. I started to panic. I'm like oh lord, why didn't I realize this earlier. I could have had my husband get my gas last night. I dropped my son off at school and began on my way to work but the needle was almost on E.
I didn't know what to do.Worried, I called my husband and told him and he told me to go the nearest gas station and call him back and he would walk me through it. Now some of you may laugh (and I really don't care) but yes, I DO NOT pump my own gas. It's not really that I don't know how. I just I don't like it. It frightens me. Call me a brat, call me spoiled...whatever. I have pumped gas like twice before when I had no other choice but to do so but I didn't like it and was half scared to death.
My husband always does it for me so today, I'm in Chevy Chase and he's all the way in Gaithersburg and there is no way he can come to my rescue. My husband remembering the area said well honey, you are in Chevy Chase, just pull up to one of those gas stations and someone will help you and I did just that. I pulled up to the Westbard Citgo in Bethesda, MD and out came the attendant and said ma'am, do you need help? Yes I said in relief. I gave him my credit card and he pumped my gas and cleaned my windows.
I breathed a big sigh of relief. My problem was solved. I told him to put in $20.00 worth of gas and he did. A big grin came over my face. I could breathe again. I had over a half of a tank now. I pulled out of the gas station with a big cheesy kool aid grin. So glad that I was in Chevy Chase where they are much more helpful than say in Laurel, MD.
I have to overcome my dislike and fear of pumping gas. I really do. But until then, hubby will keep on spoiling me and I love it. I'm not a Jersey Girl but this North Carolina girl don't pump gas either. LOL