My Personal Gasoline Nightmare & July 4th Reflections on America, et. al.

This blog post was sent to me by the author, Roy King who politely asked if this can be posted on this website and I have decided, why not. So here goes his narrative piece…

Wednesday afternoon I was low on fuel. On the way to drop off a friend (whose car was in the shop) at Elon University library I made a $5 gas stop at $3.99 to get me to a ‘cheaper’ station. I noticed the local Elon station was at $3.96 and made a mental note to fill up there, saving all of 36 cents on a $45 fill-up, when returned to pick up Eric.

A couple of hours later I pulled up to the pump at Kangaroo Pantry #112. My tank fills from the driver’s side just behind the door. I jumped out, leaving my door open, popped a card into the slot, pushed NO for ‘Debit?’ and YES for ‘Receipt?’. The pump is an old type with separate hoses for each grade, with the ‘regular’ on the far right. As I have done a thousand times before, habitually following the instructions on the pump readout exactly, I removed the nozzle (with my right hand) and (with my left) flipped up the ‘ON’ lever beneath the nozzle hanger on the pump, as I turned to take a short step and remove my gas cap. Suddenly the nozzle jerked in my hand and gas spewed forth, full force, all over my open door panel, over and onto my dash, steering wheel, seat, console, radio/cd player and floor carpets before I could divert the hose and unlock the nozzle. Over a quarter gallon right into my car! Continue reading My Personal Gasoline Nightmare & July 4th Reflections on America, et. al.