Get Gas

     One of the few things I refuse to do, and refuse to learn how to do, is put gas in my car. Although, my husband has tried to show me how on two occassions. Once I attempted to on my own and could not make it work. Eventually the guy came out and did it for me. If forced I may have to try again. But it'll really piss me off. And then of course I could always do the flirty, girly, dumb blonde thing and have some guy do it for me. If it ever came to that.
     With the economy tanking I've lost two full service gas stations. One closed completely and the other one went to self service. I was lucky to have found two over here when we moved. Now I'm searching further away when I really have to fill the car. Mostly I'm just asking my husband to do it. It is easier and probably more cost effective for him to anyway. I will just pull into the first full service station I find. I could care less if it's more expensive. Honestly, I'm not even looking for price when I pull in just that happy sticker that says "full service" attached to the pole. As long as I'm not pumping it and I don't have to keep searching it's worth it to me.
     It was easy when I knew where the full service stations were. I'm still not totally familiar with everything over here. Now I have to stake out some new ones. It's tough with both of us using the car. When it was just me I'd know and always fill it up when it got down to 1/4 tank. My husband lets it run down to E always so I began doing the same. If he was leaving the car for me with no gas in it I'd definitely make sure to return the favor. So starting the car and hearing the tell tale "ding" of the low fuel light coming on I get ticked because I don't have a full serve station close by anymore. And then I'm paranoid I won't make it to the one I know is there.
     I figure soon enough Rob can just teach the boys how to pump gas and they'll be doing it for me. Especially if I'm ever going to let them drive my car. So, why should I learn? My dad taught me how to change a tire and check the oil way back when. I've never had to do the former. Doubt that I could after all these years now. I did the latter countless times with my first beater of a car. I had to constantly check and fill the oil. But now I have a husband and AAA.
     I'm really not sure what it is about pumping my own gas. I just don't want to know how. Something about doing it puts me off. It's a dirty, manly job as far as I'm concerned. And I do know how, and do, enough of those as it is. I don't want to smell like gas all day from touching the hose and stuff either. Again, dirty man thing. My daddy used to put the gas in my car for me. And my mother. Maybe that's where it comes from? I don't know for sure but I don't think my mother has ever pumped her own gas. Maybe she does now but I cannot remember her ever doing it. Guess I may be like her after all.