Because I needed gas.
All the pumps were full except one, and that one was on the wrong side, so I would have had to back in. Only as a general rule I don't drive backwards in public or crowded spaces, because driving backwards has a tendency to make me run into things.
So. I'm looking at this gas pump, and I'm thinking, you know? A lot of these stations have those extra long hoses now, that are made to go on either side of the car.
Now, usually those gas stations have signs indicating that their hoses are extra long and made to go on either side of the car.
|You know. Like this.|
And I saw no such sign. But, using my highly mathematical brain, I eyeballed the hose and decided it was probably long enough.
Do I really need to tell you the outcome of that experiment?
It wasn't long enough, you guys.
I swiped my card, pushed the start button, dragged the nozzle...halfway around the back of my car. No dice.
Great. Now people were watching, of course. So I put the nozzle back. I'd have to turn around. But my credit card was already in that pump, so I needed to hurry up and get turned around and get back. I climbed back into the car just as this guy pulled up in front of me and hit his blinker, obviously assuming I was leaving.
But I was not leaving. I pulled out into the space right in front of him and executed a stunningly graceful 8- or 9- or possibly 13-point turn until I was facing the right direction, and sloooooowly backed in, up to the pump. I didn't hit anything! So there's that.
While I was doing this, of course, I looked at the guy and shot him my silent "SORRY!" face. You know that face? You have one, too. This face, in my head, is not only totally comprehensible as meaning "SORRY," it's also so very adorable that nobody could possibly remain irritated with me while I'm making it.
|I mean...that totally looks like I'm saying "SORRY," right??|
By then there were like 4 open spots that would have been on the right side of my car. Turn-signal dude just shook his head and took one of those.