sunday morning, i was awake kinda early. i already knew we were headed out to a gaming session (star wars saga edition—great session, btw) later in the day so i figured i might as well go and put some gas in the car as we were low.
now, i noticed the day before that the tires were low and could probably use some air. in my area, it’s very hard to find gas stations where air is free—almost all of them charge. it’s a nuisance, admittedly, as they’re asking for 75 cents for a few minutes, but on principle something i’m opposed to paying.
i went to the gas station i prefer—their prices are pretty good, and the air there is free.
now, the previous gaming session, one of the other players brought a pumpkin pie from a store, b/c he’s a big fan of pumpkin pie. well, it was a pretty forgettable supermarket pie: bland, unappetizing consistency, mushy crust...it just wasn't very interesting. the mrs promised to bake one herself and bring it next time.
so she was awake and commenced work on her pumpkin pie at around 8 am or so. i kissed her and told her where i was headed and headed out.
for some reason, while i normally bring my mobile phone with me when i leave the apartment, i didn’t this time.
big mistake!
well, i went to the station and filled up. that went quickly, of course.
then i went to the air pump.
now, this is one of those automated ones where you set the PSI you want and it will automatically stop when the desired pressure is reached. i’m not a car guy—i can open a hood and say, “the windshield washer fluid goes there, and new oil goes over there” and that’s pretty much it. although oddly enough though, i actually do keep a tire gauge in the car.
well, all four tires were low so i started with the farthest one, then kept going. but with the last one, i noticed that it wasn’t inflating—in fact, it was getting worse. i don’t know how long i kept working at it, but i realized it was practically flat. frustrated, i got the tire gauge and checked. it was at 15 PSI, which more or less means “don’t drive on me!” AFAICT.
i think i have to chalk it up to the undercaffeination that i just didn’t grasp that the pump wasn’t working properly but i had to be out there for—i kid you not, at least 30 minutes—before the attendant called over to me. “hey, that pump is broken—you’re just going to lose air!”
“yeah, thanks for the timely warning, schmuck,” i couldn’t help thinking.
well, long story short, i went to the other station and they use a normal, no-gauge hose that just runs until you stop it. that took me a little while—it was a fast hose—but i did finally finish.
when i got home though, the mrs ran over to me and hugged me, yelling “you scared the hell out of me!”
she’d finished the pie, it was already cooling, i’d been gone almost an hour and she was afraid i’d been in an accident or something!
so obviously that wasn’t a great experience, as you might imagine. but it made me wonder something: when's the last time you went out to run a quick errand and wound up taking a whole lot longer than you ever expected? what happened?
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