Two weekends ago Ashley and I went to a wedding in the Pensacola area. It was awesome. The ceremony was beautiful and the reception was top notch. The food was very pleasant and the BBQ pulled pork was tear-worthy! So needless to say it was hard when we had to leave early. We live in Tallahassee and had church the next day so we needed to get home at a descent hour.
As we made our way to the interstate from downtown we realized that we needed to stop and fill up the car, Ashley's 2003 Mazda Protege. So we stopped and got some fuel. While pumping, the sensation to urinate consumed my mind. I had to pee so badly that I could not think straight. I ended up stopping halfway through in order to go to the bathroom. Immediately afterward I felt that we should be on our way and that I could just stop and get more fuel later down the road.
Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "What's the big deal with this story? I have dealt with this issue before and it sounds like you handled it pretty well, Justin. Great job. This is an entertaining story--totally not a waste of my time." Well, just you wait.
Right when I was about to pull out onto the road the car sputtered and died on the spot. Boom! It was dead. "What the crap!" Then it dawned on me. I just reverted to what I normally did when I filled up my car--I just put diesel fuel in a gasoline engine. So I threw it in neutral, got Ashley behind the wheel, and pushed it out of the way.
Luckily we were only a few yards down the road from a place where I use to work, Academy Sports and Outdoors. From my experience, I knew that the fishing department had siphon hoses for boat motors, so I bought one in hopes to pump out the diesel fuel. I tried to siphon the fuel out for about two hours. I even had to show off my farming skills by dissassembling the siphon hose and putting it back together so that the longer hose could reach the fuel in the tank. Right about that time a homeless man informed me that automobile companies started manufacturing cars with a rubber ball that only allowed fuel to enter the tank in hopes of keeping thieves from stealing fuel. "Great, a clever invention for the common good has just now pooped in our faces" that was my response.
At that point there was nothing else to do within my expertise. So after about three hours of being stranded at a gas station we ended up calling roadside assistance. It was a stressful night that Ashley and I will never forget. I would like to say that nothing like that will ever happen again but that would be a bit ridiculous. No one can ever predict when weird, stupid things happen. The only thing that can be done in times like those are to respond with maturity and a positive mind. For me, I can proudly say that Ashley and I responded very well.
The moral of the story...
be mature...
stay positive...
and pee before you pump.
As we made our way to the interstate from downtown we realized that we needed to stop and fill up the car, Ashley's 2003 Mazda Protege. So we stopped and got some fuel. While pumping, the sensation to urinate consumed my mind. I had to pee so badly that I could not think straight. I ended up stopping halfway through in order to go to the bathroom. Immediately afterward I felt that we should be on our way and that I could just stop and get more fuel later down the road.
Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "What's the big deal with this story? I have dealt with this issue before and it sounds like you handled it pretty well, Justin. Great job. This is an entertaining story--totally not a waste of my time." Well, just you wait.
Right when I was about to pull out onto the road the car sputtered and died on the spot. Boom! It was dead. "What the crap!" Then it dawned on me. I just reverted to what I normally did when I filled up my car--I just put diesel fuel in a gasoline engine. So I threw it in neutral, got Ashley behind the wheel, and pushed it out of the way.
Luckily we were only a few yards down the road from a place where I use to work, Academy Sports and Outdoors. From my experience, I knew that the fishing department had siphon hoses for boat motors, so I bought one in hopes to pump out the diesel fuel. I tried to siphon the fuel out for about two hours. I even had to show off my farming skills by dissassembling the siphon hose and putting it back together so that the longer hose could reach the fuel in the tank. Right about that time a homeless man informed me that automobile companies started manufacturing cars with a rubber ball that only allowed fuel to enter the tank in hopes of keeping thieves from stealing fuel. "Great, a clever invention for the common good has just now pooped in our faces" that was my response.
At that point there was nothing else to do within my expertise. So after about three hours of being stranded at a gas station we ended up calling roadside assistance. It was a stressful night that Ashley and I will never forget. I would like to say that nothing like that will ever happen again but that would be a bit ridiculous. No one can ever predict when weird, stupid things happen. The only thing that can be done in times like those are to respond with maturity and a positive mind. For me, I can proudly say that Ashley and I responded very well.
The moral of the story...
be mature...
stay positive...
and pee before you pump.
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