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 …