So last night, after church, Nicole needed to fill up her gas tank (so many puns, so little time) but before we left PIWC we were approached by this crazy kid I've never seen before that asked us for a ride home.
Okay.
I lied.
I had seen him before and his name happened to be Alec. Or Alek. Whatever floats your boat, really.
Here......let me give a narrative of this event...
"Why is this not working.......?"
"Oh wait, maybe I didn't enter the card correctly..."
"WHY AREN'T YOU WORKING!"
"Well I feel like an idiot!"
**Rachelle takes a picture of the sky while Alec goes into the store and asks how in the world their gas pumps work. **
"Whoa! What is THAT!"
So...we finally were able to make the gas machine work.
If you only knew what we were doing wrong you would laugh from here until kingdom come.
Which is why I won't tell you.
Good times....good times.
1 comment:
Wow.. You guys rawk. I love the pics. Alek looks to into the gas pump in the last picture. It's kinda cute. He had that same smiley look when he was putting the wheels on his new skateboard. *Sigh.* Awwww. Ok anyway..pumping gas is fun, paying for it, is not.
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