as if gas wasn't expensive enough!!!

my dear readers...how could i forget to rant about the horrible incident i had the privilege of dealing with last week!!! let's do a quentin tarantino...

the manager of the 7-11 next door to my work walks into my workplace and hands me 35 dollars in cash.

i know. i know. what ever would cause such an act??? well. keep reading. it gets interesting!

brook and i were headed into work and noticed gas prices at 7-11 were still "low." gas had jumped 20 cents overnight (as if that's a big shocker anymore) and being that my vehicle only sips on the expensive stuff (aka premium) i figured i'd jump on the price before they hiked it at 10am...coincidentally, the time the owner comes in after checking out all the other surrounding gas stations and changes the price to match.

now. i wasn't due to put gas in my car. i had just under half a tank. not even close to a fourth which is when i normally fill up. or at approximately 350 miles on my tank. at the time i decided to gas the eclipse i had 260 miles on the tank.

so. i start pumping. brook and i are chit chatting. after what seemed like well enough time to fill up the top half of my tank, i turn to look at the meter. still going. hhmmm. must be pumping slow. turn to brook. yakyakyak. turn to look again. still pumping. okay. so. now i know something is definitely wrong. i finally stop the pump at 19.6 gallons or roughly $65 worth of premium gas. i have NEVER put 19, almost 20, gallons of gas in my little speed demon. NEVER. i ask brook to hand me the vehicle manual. a quick glance to the index and flip to page 35-1 yields the answer to my question. absolutely no frigging way i could put 19.6 gallons in the sexy beast. she can only carry a max capacity of 17.7 gallons. the most i have ever put in that car is 15 gallons.

i dash into the store. "debbie, something is wrong...." and i continue to recount the chain of events and how i know the counters on that pump have GOT TO BE very off. she was kinda harried with all the morning in and out traffic that a gas station deals with and tried to defer me to the owner. he never came out of his office to talk to me!!! JERK! RAT BASTARD! i left pissed off 1)because of the previous said event 2) i was now super late for work.

later on that day at work, i call 7-11. well, they put in for a work order. it would be a few days till i heard if the pump was wrong or not. in the mean time...did they put an "out of order" sign on that pump??? absolutely not. so in all honesty, who knows how many other people did the same thing and paid no mind since the cost of gas is so ridiculous anyway. seriously. do you know the tank capacity of your vehicle??? 4 days later...debbie walks into my workplace bearing 35 dollars cash. indeed it was off. almost by double! but. i still got jipped. i had put 65 dollars worth and had half a tank. but at this point, i didn't care. i was so mad the day this happened that i was ready to call every news channel investigative reporter and let them fight over my story. (i'm sure it wouldn't have panned out the way my vivid imagination played it out...but, you get my drift...)

why does this kinda crap always happen to me???