03 March, 2011

No, really

The plan was to stop at the gas station on the way to my interview, so it occurred to me how nice it might be if someone were to volunteer to pump me up instead.  I, after all, would be dressed in something a bit more swanky than my usual and didn't want to risk getting greasy.  So I suppose I shouldn't have been at all surprised when a nice man approached with this exact offer.  Of course, I thought twice before I declined, not totally wanting to take advantage of the female + black skirt that was clearly working in my favor.  Luckily I had disinfectant spray on hand and left without any gasoline drops on my nude heels.  But I did buy a Diet Coke which might mean the gas station scent is still lingering on my silk blouse...

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