Yesterday before we left to go to Cedar Rapids, I stopped to fill the car up and grab a Coke for Dave. It was $2.34, which I thought was pretty awesome.
I filled up, went inside and got the Coke and went to pay. The cashier looked at me as I pushed the Coke toward him.
Then I said, "I have gas."
He looked at me again, rather blankly. I realized what I'd said and got flustered, trying to articulate which of the cars was mine.
It took several tries.
I paid for the Coke, the gas, and left the store feeling like a doofus. But at least it's made for some good stories.
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