Pumping Gas
Saturday, August 4
I’m doing more driving than in New Jersey. My trip to school is actually shorter but due to the heat and humidity it isn’t walkable. Everything else is a trek. New team her orientation, a half hour, get my hair done about 45 minutes, Natalie’s mom is a half hour. Target is a half hour.
I think I’ve put about a 1,000 miles on my little Corolla!
After peach picking which is part of farm day. I had a half a tank of gas and was heading for Mississippi to see Juanita. I seemed wise to gas up.
New Jersey and Oregon are the only civilized states in this union in this regard, where a gas station attendant pumps the gas. As I pulled up the sun was glaring on the directions. The woman who pulled up beside me coached me through it.
She had lived in Washington state near enough to cross into Oregon to get gas.
Civilized people seek civility.
Was this the first time you’ve had to pump gas yourself? Haha! I should have given you a lessen before you left. Glad you had help from a friendly stranger.