So there I was at the gas station, pumping away, putting my back in it...
08-13-2007, 01:22 PM
#1
So there I was at the gas station, pumping away, putting my back in it... I pulled in to the gas station just as my car gave a final gulp of breath while shutting off from thirst. I gave a small smirk as I reached in my pocket and fingered the twenty dollar bill crumpled there. I knew this would be a very enjoyable stop. Next to the pump, I slowly undo the latch on my car, letting out a damp puff of air as the lid opens, revealing the dark, wet hole to the engine. My hand goes for the pump, ripping it forcefully from the stand, jerking the handle ever so hungrily. Slowly, ever so slowly, I slide the nozzle into the gas tank, the grimy sound of metal rubbing against metal filling my ears. I constricted my grip around the handle. A low cough of gears churning inside the pump, and I feel the gas start to come. Yellowish, clear liquid with a very potent stench flows through the pump's tube and gushes into my tank. The car sort of settles into place as the liquid slowly fills it's tank. And just as it really started to begin, it ends. I pull out the nozzle, fresh juice still dripping from the end. The hatch to the tank slides closed ever so smooth, and I pay the $20. I can't wait until next time.
08-13-2007, 02:06 PM
#6
Originally Posted by PurEvl
if it was my car when don first did the tank that story would be how you couldnt pump more then 1oz a minute without getting it in the facetake it as a compliment, she came hard and I bet her shocks were shaking for a good 3 minutes after.
