Gas Girl

Hey,

The most disgusting thing happened to me yesterday. I was at Smith’s just filling up the van with gasoline minding my own business. The numbers stopped going up, and the gas tank stopped filling up and the handle popped, indicating the gas was done. I pulled out the nozzle and as soon as it was all the way out, yet still pointed at the van, it blew. The nozzle clearly had some sort of air bubble. Gas went spewing everywhere. The side of the van, my clothes, my skin, the ground were all saturated in it.

We washed it off the side of the van and told the attendant about the gas on the floor. We had to finish shopping, so I didn’t get time to change. I had to wander around town as the human time bomb. I was worried that someone might light a match or lighter when I walked by them. Thankfully not many people in Utah smoke. Every time I walked by someone just standing there I waited for my clothes to go up in flames, burning me with them. It never happened. I did stink terribly though. The man at the music store pointed it out to me. Thankfully no one has anything against gas (other than the prices). I’m sure though, that people could smell it and probably thought I was either 1) a hippie who was protesting gas prices by wearing the gas, or 2) like some moron who didn’t realize gas was so expensive.

-Mo-

~ by poeticprincess1014 on August 20, 2008.