I am submitting a new label to my blog posts which will track all the "drama" that I seem to attract in my life. Let's start with a rushed morning, me leaving the house without proper payment methods. The night before Craig and I took the girls to McDonald's for dinner and then straight home. I remember Craig mentioning that I really needed to get gas in the morning. I agreed because I remember the gas signal beeping at me earlier in the day. I drop the girls off at school in the morning and circle around to head back home and prepare a few things for going to the gym and getting gas. I then look down at the gas level and it said 3 miles. What! Hello! I take the block and head in the direction of the gas station.
At mile one, I arrive safely and start to pay for the gas. I mentioned before that I didn't leave the house with proper payment: a card that needed to be paid but was waiting for online password verification to pay online and our vacation debit card with little money left on it. I take the first card and swipe it crossing my fingers it would go through. If not, I figured I could probably park walk home in 30 minutes, get the right card, and come back and pump and pay. I was relieved when the pump accepted my card for $130 dollars! Yes, that much! I put the cap back on and wait for the receipt. Instead of the receipt the screen says in french Payez...Interuir? Something like this. I was thrown off at this request because I already paid. I get in my car and start to drive away, out of the corner of my eye I see the attendant inside looking at my car. I leave the gas station parking lot and it suddenly hit me that - my card must not have gone through and I didn't pay.
I couldn't turn in, I had to retake the entire block. I go to the front door of the gas station and it's locked! Yes, locked! A busy gas station. I ring the door a couple of times and finally she comes to the door. I ask, "Did my card go through?" "No, she said." What a moment! I had driven off the station without paying and most likely the station was on lock down pending procedure for pump , not pay, and go patrons. Heaven sakes... Remember my payment problem? The 2nd card wouldn't go through either. Embarrassed, I say little - what else can you say in this situation. I ask her, "is there anyway you would trust me to go get money?" She quickly answered yes - she had my license plate - I couldn't go far. Anyway, I went home, got the right payment forms and settled my "debt" with the gas station.
Rattled, I figured I would continue on with my plans to swim at the gym. I arrive 15 minutes later and realize that I had packed my items in the wrong bag and my pass was in another bag. I decided at this point to give-up and headed home to hide a few! Whew! That's my drama from Friday and I have since made steps to not be in this situation again. I got myself together and decided that the best medicine for a day like this was to organize my office, talk to Jennifer, make pizza, and cupcakes -oh, and conquer the treadmill and pray that this never happens again!
Have you had a similar situation at a gas station?
Have you ever found yourself in an awkard situation because of language barriers?