I started out with the best of intentions.
My girls and I were running errands and the last on the list was to get propane for the Bar-B-Que. No big deal, right?
So we go to the gas station and park by the tank. Yes it is 4:30 in the afternoon, and I expect to wait my turn like a good girl (showing my girls patience, right?).
Well after about 7 minutes of standing by the attendants door, while he goes in and out, charging people for their gas purchases saying "Excuse me Ma'am" every time, I said "I just need to get my propane tank filled. Can you help me with this?" He said "Not really. The car wash guy can do it." Okay fine. I try to keep my calm and walk over to that guy. I asked him if he could fill the tank and he said "Yes, Ma'am". He finishes his car wash and walks over to help me. Nice.
After it's filled he writes "4.5" on a piece of cardboard that was left on the ground, hands that to me then tells me that he can't take payment, that that guy has to do it. Okay...
So I head back to the attendant who was running back and forth between gas customers and I let him know that I need to pay him. He looks at me dazed and says "Just a minute Ma'am" and shakes his head.
It's been 20 minutes now.
As the lovely and dashing attendant goes past me yet again to help a gas purchasing customer I realize that if I had been in a car I could have paid for the stupid Propane and been on my way!
My daughters have been waiting so-o-o patiently in the car.
When the toothless attendant passes me again I lose my cool and say "I just want to pay for this! Will you help me?!" That's when he says "I don't know how to ring that up. That guy has to do it".
WHAT?!?
I walk over to that guy, tell him what I was told. He shakes his head at me in confusion because he has a line of customers who must have their cars washed right this minute. I tell him "I'll be in my car waiting to pay."
As I get in my car, with my patient girls, I look all around this insane gas station with every pump busy and more people in line... and that's when it happened...I pulled out of that lot without paying for the propane.
I turned into "Thelma & Louise".
My girls are in the back saying "Mom, what are you doing?!" "I'm going to get you girls a Slurpee!" "Yeah!!!"
(Now, this is very unlike me and I was freaking out all night. I will be returning to that stupid *%!@*station, with my piece of cardboard in hand, and try, again, to pay for my propane. We'll see what happens...)
My girls and I were running errands and the last on the list was to get propane for the Bar-B-Que. No big deal, right?
So we go to the gas station and park by the tank. Yes it is 4:30 in the afternoon, and I expect to wait my turn like a good girl (showing my girls patience, right?).
Well after about 7 minutes of standing by the attendants door, while he goes in and out, charging people for their gas purchases saying "Excuse me Ma'am" every time, I said "I just need to get my propane tank filled. Can you help me with this?" He said "Not really. The car wash guy can do it." Okay fine. I try to keep my calm and walk over to that guy. I asked him if he could fill the tank and he said "Yes, Ma'am". He finishes his car wash and walks over to help me. Nice.
After it's filled he writes "4.5" on a piece of cardboard that was left on the ground, hands that to me then tells me that he can't take payment, that that guy has to do it. Okay...
So I head back to the attendant who was running back and forth between gas customers and I let him know that I need to pay him. He looks at me dazed and says "Just a minute Ma'am" and shakes his head.
It's been 20 minutes now.
As the lovely and dashing attendant goes past me yet again to help a gas purchasing customer I realize that if I had been in a car I could have paid for the stupid Propane and been on my way!
My daughters have been waiting so-o-o patiently in the car.
When the toothless attendant passes me again I lose my cool and say "I just want to pay for this! Will you help me?!" That's when he says "I don't know how to ring that up. That guy has to do it".
WHAT?!?
I walk over to that guy, tell him what I was told. He shakes his head at me in confusion because he has a line of customers who must have their cars washed right this minute. I tell him "I'll be in my car waiting to pay."
As I get in my car, with my patient girls, I look all around this insane gas station with every pump busy and more people in line... and that's when it happened...I pulled out of that lot without paying for the propane.
I turned into "Thelma & Louise".
My girls are in the back saying "Mom, what are you doing?!" "I'm going to get you girls a Slurpee!" "Yeah!!!"
(Now, this is very unlike me and I was freaking out all night. I will be returning to that stupid *%!@*station, with my piece of cardboard in hand, and try, again, to pay for my propane. We'll see what happens...)