Me Not Smart

This evening I went to one of my favorite spots, Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge up in Washington. On my first trip around the auto tour, the yellow warning light lit up on my Civic’s dashboard, telling me I’d better get gas or else.

I figured it was a false alarm but didn’t want to risk it, so I took off for the nearest gas station. I pulled up to the pump, turned off the car, popped the gas tank door, and waited for them to come and fill up the car.

And waited.
And waited.
And waited.

And then it dawned on me, I was in Washington and would have to pump my own gas. Fortunately I hadn’t waited more than a minute or two, so hopefully I didn’t look like too much of a maroon.