I was so tired tonight. I had just finished a late-night grocery shopping trip, and then went to fill my gas tank up at the station across the street.
But because God has a sense of humor, he made sure that all the pumps on the side of my car’s gas tank were taken. Like I said, I was tired. So instead of waiting for one to open, I pulled forward and began to back up to an open pump.
On my first attempt, the Equinox’s back-up camera began loudly beeping “AH! No! Danger! Danger!” so I stopped. Berated myself. Pulled Forward. Tried again. I got the warning beeping again.
This quick gas stop was turning into effort, damn it.
Of course, by now other pumps on my side were open, but by golly I was on a mission and I was not going to drive to some other pump. I was not giving up.
Angling my car again, this time with the precision of a German Auto Industry Robot, I slowly…ever…so….slowly…crept back to the perfect spot. I had aligned my gas tank exactly across from the pump handle. The curb was exactly 12 inches away from the pump. I had finally arrived.
And the angels sang!
….But I couldn’t get out of my car.
There were two other cars, with two male drivers out pumping their gas, who had been watching the whole show. And I could see them snickering. They were so holier than thou with their parking superiority. I felt so ashamed…..How could I show my face?
Well, I couldn’t. I was so tired, I just waited for them to finish and move on. I even pretended I was doing something of extreme importance with my purse, all the while watching them through the corner of my eye.
Eventually they left and I was alone at the gas station. And as I leaned against my car, pumping my own tank full of liquid gold, another car pulled up. It was a young lady who pulled in a little too far from the pump. She had to stretch the hose and nozzle pretty far and it barely reached her car.
Embarrassed, she looked apologetically at me. I gave her a reassuring wink and a nod.
We, the spatially challenged, have to stick together, after all.