Thursday, April 10, 2003
The Ghost of Spring Break past...
You have those events in life that happen to you that you'll never forget. Occasionally you have the good fortune to share those moments with people you'll always have in your life. Today when I was filling up the tank as I've done every other day for the past few years of my life, I happened to glance up and notice that the hoses had a little warning on them that claimed "detachable hose." For those of you who witnessed our little debacle last year, I'm quite positive there are tears rolling down your face from the uncontrollable laughter. However, for those of you who missed it, let me explain...
It's spring break 2002. My first year to really get out and celebrate the season in true independent style. Court and I decided that a few days down in Corpus with our newfound friend Nikki would be just what the doctor ordered. We could catch a Pat show and a Cory show and hang out with this "the game" character we'd been chatting with so much. Everything runs smooth the first couple of days, then tragedy strikes. I'm sure you all remember the South Padre incident when that moron smacked Pat in the eye...well of course his Corpus show was cancelled due to this idiotic behavior. So anyway, we get the bright idea to 'hang on another day' and head on down to Padre to catch the last show. Being the cool chicks we are, we were pimpin the Burb straight up grocery getter style. Of course since its a bit of a trip down to South Padre, we needed gas about 30 minutes before we hit the island. So we stop at a chevron cause that's where the gas card works best, go figure. I start pumping gas then run into the store to change my clothes since the temperature is a blazing 98 degrees as opposed to the room temp 70s we'd had all week. So we're in the store chatting up this really nice store clerk who is giving us directions to the island and telling us about how long the wait on the bridge is going to be. I go outside and tell Court I want her to drive the rest of the way because I'm going to look at the map and do the Navigating, being the Masta Navagata that I am. Court gets in the car, Nikki's in the back, I jump in the passengers seat and we're ready to go. Court pulls out and I hear this horrible sound, something along the lines of metal grinding against metal. I loudly exlaim "what the hell was that?" I tell Court to stop the car immediately and run around to the other side where lo and behold there is the gas nozzle just chillin, hanging right out of the car's gas tank, fully severed from the main pump. First I panic, then I grab the nozzle and put it back into the gas tank and try to fix it by screwing it back together...that was a big fat NO GO RED TEAM. I jump back in the car laughing hysterically and yell DRIVE!! I went through a thousand scenarios in my mind of how that nice guy in the store was going to hunt me down from my credit card number. But alas, a good year or so later, nothing has come of it all but some REALLY great laughs.
♥Oh, so vintage... 10:06 PM
