Next time I'm not answering....
Yesterday was a rough day for me. I should have assumed it would be after the way it started out. I was all snuggled in my comfy, warm bed with the dog curled up beside me when my phone rang. I groggily answered it and it was Paul. He said, "I had a brain fart this morning. I was going to get gas, but I forgot." I replied, "No. Did you run out?" He said, "Yep, I'm on the side of the road. Can you bring me some?" Ugh. The kids were sound asleep, so I called mom to see if she could come watch them while I went to get gas and bring it to Paul. She got over here in about 5 minutes flat. As I was walking out the door, I decided to bring the dog.
So I ran out the to garage and grabbed the only empty gas can we had, ran to the gas station, got on the road and started driving. Paul said he was just outside of town, not very far at all. So I am driving and driving and still no Paul. So I call him. He says, "I really don't know where I am, I just thought I wasn't too far." 15 minutes later I pulled up to him. I jump out of the car and very proudly grab the gas can. He looked at my blankly and said, "Where's the nozzle?" WHAT?!? What nozzle? Ok, so apprently you cannot pour gas into a gas tank without a nozzle. So he is instantly frustrated with me. He is seriously looking around on the ground, picking up sticks and trash, looking for anything that might work to get the gas from the can to the tank. I tell him to get in the car with me and we can drive to the gas station and get something. So he reluctantly gets in the car. He asks if maybe I have a pop bottle the we could use as a funnel. As I turn around to look and see, what do I see other than DOG POOP! Harley had pooped all over my car. AAHHHHH! Gross.
So I pull out and start driving. Paul asks, "Where are you going?" I reply, "Caseys! Where do you THINK I am going?" (we are getting frustrated with eachother at this point). He says, "Shouldn't you go back towards home? Don't you think it would be closer?" He really still thinks that he is like 3 miles outside of town instead of 15! "No Paul, we are much much closer to Blue Grass!" So he kind of shakes his head and says in a very annoyed voice, "I cannot BELIEVE you didn't bring the nozzle!"
"I cannot BELIEVE you RAN OUT OF GAS!" Ok, so we're even. We get the nozzle, get back to the car and get him gassed up and he drives away only to get to work very late and get tons of crap from his co-workers, I'm sure!
That is how my day started off and it really went downhill from there. Next time I'm not answering...
So I ran out the to garage and grabbed the only empty gas can we had, ran to the gas station, got on the road and started driving. Paul said he was just outside of town, not very far at all. So I am driving and driving and still no Paul. So I call him. He says, "I really don't know where I am, I just thought I wasn't too far." 15 minutes later I pulled up to him. I jump out of the car and very proudly grab the gas can. He looked at my blankly and said, "Where's the nozzle?" WHAT?!? What nozzle? Ok, so apprently you cannot pour gas into a gas tank without a nozzle. So he is instantly frustrated with me. He is seriously looking around on the ground, picking up sticks and trash, looking for anything that might work to get the gas from the can to the tank. I tell him to get in the car with me and we can drive to the gas station and get something. So he reluctantly gets in the car. He asks if maybe I have a pop bottle the we could use as a funnel. As I turn around to look and see, what do I see other than DOG POOP! Harley had pooped all over my car. AAHHHHH! Gross.
So I pull out and start driving. Paul asks, "Where are you going?" I reply, "Caseys! Where do you THINK I am going?" (we are getting frustrated with eachother at this point). He says, "Shouldn't you go back towards home? Don't you think it would be closer?" He really still thinks that he is like 3 miles outside of town instead of 15! "No Paul, we are much much closer to Blue Grass!" So he kind of shakes his head and says in a very annoyed voice, "I cannot BELIEVE you didn't bring the nozzle!"
"I cannot BELIEVE you RAN OUT OF GAS!" Ok, so we're even. We get the nozzle, get back to the car and get him gassed up and he drives away only to get to work very late and get tons of crap from his co-workers, I'm sure!
That is how my day started off and it really went downhill from there. Next time I'm not answering...
posted by Cassie at 7:55 AM
3 Comments:
YUCK! But because it isnt me I have to chuckle.
Hope today is better!
Thanks for reminding me of the fact that sort of thing doesn't only happen at my house :) Better day today....
I'm sorry! What a rough start to your day. I would have just grabbed the gas can too. Craig and I have had a lot of arguments lately, due to lack of sleep and adjusting to a baby. I can empathize a little bit.
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