I was getting gas tonight. Yes, I know how exciting of me. I’m a wild one. But the beast of a van demands to be filled on a regular basis, and since I am in need of transportation (and, turn out, in a Honda “Distance to Empty: 0 miles” means exactly that – as I found out in a very fun session on the side of the highway), I fed the beast.
As I was watching the numbers on the gallon meter slowly tick over, far overshadowed by the blinding whir of the numbers climbing speedily upward on the $ meter, and quietly contemplating whether or not I would run in and buy beer, a school bus full of high school kids pulls up. And out pours and entire baseball and softball team.
My quiet contemplation quickly turned into desperation (“I can’t wait in line behind all of these kids!) and, despite my best judgment, I left the van there, numbers on the $ meter increasing at an exponential rate, and sprinted towards the nearest beer rack. My years of practice at making quick beer decisions (“summer shandy or bud light?") came in quite handy, as I plucked out a six pack of summer wheat and, still in stealth mode, slid into the cashier before a single uniformed student.
I returned to my gas-still-pumping (Lord have mercy on my credit card) van, quite proud of myself. And then it hit me:
I just left my gas-pumping vehicle unattended to sprint into a store and buy beer as to not wait in line with 30+ high schoolers. I am one of those folks I would have made fun of in High School.
Pathetic? Sure. I like to think I have my priorities in order. The Summer Wheat I’m sipping right now is assuring me I made the right decision.