Oops, I did it again!

Please pardon the Britney Spears reference, but check this out:



What's that? Oh, that's a gas nozzle and hose lying on the ground by my car. How'd it get there? Oh, I drove off with the stupid nozzle in my car - AGAIN. Awesome! (The upside? This time around there wasn't a group of sweet Mexican men to heckle me. "Hey lady, you broke thee ting!" I know, it's not much, but I've found that it's best to be grateful for the little things.)

This is what happened:

I stopped to get gas on my way to work.
I went in to get breakfast while my gas was pumping. (Cheetos and lemonade, for those of you who wonder what I like to eat for breakfast on gas station days.)
I walked out, put my breakfast, my purse and myself into the car.
Drove off.
Heard popping sound.
Muttered expletives (because I know the popping sound that the hose makes as it pulls away from the pump - I know it very well).
Drove back into gas station.
Parked my car.
Got out, drug the nozzle and hose up to the pump.
Walked into the gas station to tell the attendant that they needed to close down pump #12, as it had been incapacitated by yours truly.

Awesome.

I walked back into the gas station and the cashier (from whom I had purchased the aforementioned 44 oz lemonade and grab bag of Cheetos) asked if she could help me. I told her that I just wanted to let her know that I'd driven off with the hose from pump 12. She gave me a one-eyebrow-raised look and said "It's a good thing you don't have to go to traffic school for that kind of thing, isn't it?".

Like she knew I was a repeat offender or something. (I was at a different gas station this time, even.) All I can think is... it either happens a lot, and that's what she always says, or word gets around and I need to start buying gas on the other side of town.

My life, it slays me.