gasoline shortage...

Got ready yesterday to go to Miami Shores on route to Brazil. All dressed up and ready to go. Let's fill up the gas tank so you'll have a full tank on return. Good price @$1.93 a gallon [good price!!?] so this is the place. Now I remember this is the 'unlucky' place; but didn't remember soon enough. Of course I was in a hurry [what's new] and there must have only been dregs left in the underground tank. It was sooooo slow. And then a fountain, a spray, a surplus of gasoline spewing out of my gas tank! The stop switch, evidently, in the nozzle doesn't work. So with a puddle of gas on the ground around my shoe and malodorous sprinkles on my pants hem, I drove out of there smelling like you know what. I was afraid I wouldn't get through security at the airport smelling like a gas bomb. But that didn't hold me up; the metal container of loose tea did. Anyway, here I sit in Florida waiting for the approaching day of my flight and think - will I ever go back to that gas station again?

Go Johnny Depp!

blognote: my hero

decisions...

Now, do I walk up to lunch or wait for dinner. The dining room isn't that far away but it's 22 degrees and still snow showering. Depends on how hungry I am [but I'm always hungry].

Mmmm; omelet station! Sounds good, doesn't it?