Yesterday I pulled up to the petrol station. My car running on fumes.
And I’m at the pump watching it whirring away happily while it picks my back pocket.
Bonus, I guess… this station is a full 20c cheaper than the one I passed further back down the road. Small wins, eh?
Now, this car has a pencil’s width opening to pump fuel into the tank. So when putting the nozzle in as you’d expect to… the pumps keep clicking off. Thinking it’s filled… even though I’ve only just started.
The trick? Hold the nozzle out just a little bit.
And the fuel will flow freely.
Except this time. At this particular station.
Damn stupid thing. Hrmph!
But with a bit of mucking around I found a solution: turn the nozzle around so it’s sideways from where you’d normally hold it to pump.
Allright… petrol’s flowing now. Cool.
Chris takes a moment to bask there in the light of his own brilliance. 💡
That is…
Until petrol started gushing out of the tank!
And gushing… and gushing…
There was a veritable swimming pool under the rear tyre before I could get it under control.
It seems the mechanism that shuts the flow off doesn’t quite work when the nozzle is at a funny angle.
I’m pretty sure they advise not to let petrol contact skin. Some nastiness or other will ensue I guess.
But with this deluge… it ended up all over my feet!.
Now… sensible people — in their covered shoes — would still have their baby-soft, petrol-free toes to wriggle around inside.
Yeah…
Except Chris is wearing his best going out clothes: shorts and flip flops!
(Absolutely the peak of style.)
So… there’s a hurried shoving of footwear into the car boot.
And hoofing it from the station.
Hoping no one behind him would take a misstep until evaporation had done its thing.
Now, thinking that removing the petrol from his feet could be a health-positive move…
Within 5 minutes Chris has his first foot squeezed into the sink of a nearby restroom bathroom. Scrubbing with as much soap as he could coax out of the near empty dispenser. Clinging with white knuckles to avoid slipping to his death on the dubious liquid-covered floor.
The flip flops get the same treatment. 🧼
(I sometimes think these adventures only happen to me so I can write about them in my emails. 😁)
I’d say pouring petrol on your feet is health-negative — not to mention stinky
Reminds me of my experiences with WordPress. Maybe not so literally stinky… but health-negative for me I reckon.
Just the pains of plugin upgrades and clashes. And not being able to make it look just how I wanted.
So I switched to Systeme for my websites. And it’s helping me live a healthier, happier life — certainly without the plugin woes and various other aches and pains.
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I’m left wondering…
If you’re labelled a petrolhead because you’re into cars…
What does that mean for us petrolfeet? 🤔
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