As if the fluctuating gas prices aren't enough to steam your clams, the Speedway down the road has pumps with instructional text nowhere near the actual thingy that you're supposed to push or pull to get the gas out. I know, because the yellow plastic squares displaying the 87, 89 and 93- whatever those numbers are talking about- are all smashed in from people punching them over and over trying to get the digital display to roll out the zeroes! So the gas will come out! I, too, boxed the daylights out of the 87 tonight- I needed some unleaded! BUT NO. The yellow square that the "push here" was referring to was located in an inconspicuous place among all the other buttons you might want to press- like if you wanted a receipt or a cappuccino or how 'bout a refund. And could you just put a little sticky note indicating which way the magnetic strip should face in this card reader. Tonight, getting gas was a pain in the.....neck!Did that sound like a complaint? Because there will be no complaining on this blog. None.
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11 comments:
Heidi, HELP!!!! I can NOT port the award. I have tried everything I can think of....HOW do I do it!?!??!?!?
I think this was a complaint. But I think you have every right to!
Hahaha, so true..
here is my explanation....
the three numbers to me just mean, cheaper, middle ground and expensive stuff that probably is not really worth it :)
BG
Ah heck! What is a little complaining now and then. I guess that is why I love it when the Mr. fills my car! : )
As, I just told Mrs. E back at her place- the reason I do not know how to pump gas is: I never have to do it. I.T. keeps gas in my tank at all times. This weekend, however, we tooled around more than he remembered and though I tried to make it home- my ding ding dinger was ding ding dinging- low fuel! low fuel! I got scared. Stopped two miles from my house and got two gallons of gas- finally.
its for times like this that I miss full service stations; I have a confession; I've pumped gas once in my 35 plus years of driving. it looks so easy, but there's just something about it that scares me half to death to attempt it myself; thankfully hubby/son will fulfill those duties for me
betty
I don't think it was a complaint. I am not complaining either about waiting in the gas line for 10 minutes this morning only to hear the cashier say, sorry we are changing shifts, no gas for about 5 more minutes. Grrrrrrrrr
I am SO with you! And then I feel like a compete idiot because I am standing out there and can't figure out how to pump gas!
While we're at it, I know you don't watch much tv but turning on the tv now sometimes requires 2 remotes along with multiple pushes on different buttons. My sister(Chatty Kelly)'s tv is so complex that she has detailed instructions printed out because everyone kept messing up the format....
(hhmmm, I think I just came up with a great idea for a new post.)
I feel your pain, but mine issue is with all the different debit credit card scanners! Every store has a different way their scanners work! I get so confused!
I had this same thing happen in AZ....my mom doesn't pump her own gas.....i really thought I was smarter than a gas pump! sheesh!
btw, I grew up using those rooster dishes too. they don't make them any more, we have tried to get more. my mom got them for her wedding too!! She has a pretty complete set, that I hope to have some day!! my biggest memory is that she would always get mad at me if I set the table and the rooster was not facing right...i am not detailed and sometimes it was upside down! :)
Putting gas in my car is one of my least liked things to do. My husband usually does it for me, but sometimes I get stuck with the job. How dumb to have the button up with all the others! I can see why the ones displaying the numbers were all smashed up!
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