about my most manliest moment of my life. We were fairly new here and Spring was just making it's appearance. I needed to stop for gas; Usually I try and avoid pumping gas, but this time, for some reason, it was unavoidable. And it was the first time I had done it in our new car. (Somewhat barbaric thought: I think it's the husband's job.) So stone me!
Anyway, I was pumping my gas in a new small town with no familiar faces and a man in a huge truck pulled in behind me and my SUV lurched forward as my arm and the hose followed so not to spew gas all over. And also, I was NOT going to pay for gas that ended up on the ground. Every last penny was going in that tank!
But instantly, I was nervous because usually I'm the one that kisses the car in front of me ever so lightly [ever so slightly as to say, "hi, I'm here, but I don't mean any harm] and my knee jerk reaction was to start apologizing as soon as he got out of his truck. But then I thought I had nothing to worry about because this is what I said in order to minimize conflict, whilst still making it known that none of this is in any way my fault and to apparently make my manly moment debut,
"Uhh, I think you hit my trailer hitch."
Trailer hitch? What 25 year old girl uses the words, "my trailer hitch?" I don't know of any.
As to which he replied without concern for his own bumper, "Yeah, it looks like I did. Sure does stick out alot."
So this was my final point to him, "Umm. I didn't pick it out." Point. Well. Taken.
Because sir, what 25 year old female have you seen lately shopping for a trailer hitch?
He walked away and that was the end of our conversation and the end of my manliest moment ever.
Aren't you glad you stopped by the blog today? Thanks anyway.
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