Blond Moment 1

Yes, blond moment "one" because I know there will be more!

I had conveniently forgotten about this story until my memory was triggered today while accompanying my husband to the gas station.

A few weeks ago, I went to take one of the many exams that I need to take in order to receive my certificate for teaching in the state of Texas. I made sure that I knew the location of the exam the night beforehand (which I am now remembering could also be another blond moment story), gave myself adequate amount of time to drive there that morning-enough time to go thru Starbucks on my way. On my way that morning, I looked down at the gas gauge and noticed that I needed to get gasoline. I had plenty of time, so I pulled in to the next gas station with easy access. Everything was going routinely. I got out of the car, swiped my card, followed the directions on the tank, selected the grade of fuel I wanted, and then put the nozzle into the car to begin fueling....no gas was coming out. The gas tank beeped at me and told me to select the grade of fuel I wanted...I did. I looked for the little 0000.00 to pop up...nothing. At this point I was very puzzled. I tried the whole process one more time and the gas tank told me to see the cashier. Obviously, this tank was messed up! I shrugged it off and got back in the car and pulled around to another tank. Strangely, this whole process repeats itself again. Feeling quite puzzled, and starting to get a little concerned about time, I decided to walk in to the store and ask about the tanks. Are they malfunctioning? What is wrong with them? Etc. I walk in and begin asking these type of questions and the gentleman behind the desk asks me to explain to him what is going on. I politely explain what I have encountered. He then simply asks me, "Are you trying to use the diesel nozzle instead of the gasoline nozzle?" As the reality of the truth of the situation sunk in, I imagine I turned several shades of red. I was trying to pump gas using the diesel nozzle!! Finally, after my third attempt, and despite my huge embarrassment, I successfully pumped the car full of gasoline and was on my way. I learned a great lesson that day... Husbands should fuel the cars up with gasoline. :)