pain at the pump

Well, it finally happened. I drove away from the gas pump with the nozzle still in my tank. At the Ferrisburgh Mobil, a mad-hopping place at 8:30 am. This is something I’ve long feared. But a risk I often take. I’ll start filling up, then head inside to use the bathroom. If there's no line, it times out about right, and in this multi-tasking culture, I’ve learned to feel good about getting two things done at once. But this morning, I came out of the store and got right in the driver’s seat without a second thought. Dragged the entire station to Burlington. The parking garage was a total nightmare.