sublime0713
Gun nut
So, after a long and difficult day at work, I leave to go home and notice I'm on reserve. No big deal, I'll stop and fill up at the conveniently located Exxon just before I get on I-35. Well, as I stop at the red light I notice the Exxon on the other side of the intersection looking pretty full, and there's a Shell to the right (at which I've never stopped). So I think, cool, nobody there, here we go. Insert credit card, move tank bag, lean over with nozzle, and it pours gas all over my tank 
It seems like it's coming from between the vapor sleeve and the nozzle itself, but either way, WTF??!! Naturally, there are no paper towels outside, so I go in to ask for some, but since I don't have an interpreter my communications are unsuccessful
So, I take all the napkins from the hot dog area but of course by then the gas has dried on my tank. 
Ok, s**t happens, no big deal. I back up to the next pump, insert card, activate pump, lean over, and nothing happens. The damn pump is broken!! At this point, a string of obscenities flowing from my mouth, I mount up and head to the Exxon where I should have gone in the first place. :spank:
It's nice to vent, thanks again for the cathartic venue Forum :thumbup:.
It seems like it's coming from between the vapor sleeve and the nozzle itself, but either way, WTF??!! Naturally, there are no paper towels outside, so I go in to ask for some, but since I don't have an interpreter my communications are unsuccessful
Ok, s**t happens, no big deal. I back up to the next pump, insert card, activate pump, lean over, and nothing happens. The damn pump is broken!! At this point, a string of obscenities flowing from my mouth, I mount up and head to the Exxon where I should have gone in the first place. :spank:
It's nice to vent, thanks again for the cathartic venue Forum :thumbup:.