I just had a very cringeworthy experience and I thought I'd share it in the hopes that it makes whoever is reading it feel less bad about their self.
So one thing about me is I have very bad anxiety about pumping gas for my car. I don't know why, but as long as I have been driving it has been the one thing I have never been able to feel confident about. Personally I think it's because it's not something I have to do a lot, you know? Typically a person gets gas every other week or so, which means I don't have the repetition that normally gets me feeling confident about something.
And I've been very lucky in that I have great parents who are willing to get me gas whenever I need it. My dad normally gets gas for my mom, so it was no big deal for him to get gas for me. But I'm 19...and it's started to get embarrassing to ask for gas.
So, a few weeks ago I decided I would do it. I would pump my own gas. I drove to the nearby gas station and what do you know, everything went smoothly! A miracle! Fast forward two weeks, to today and I needed gas again. Last time went so well that I was feeling somewhat okay about it. I went at a time when hardly anyone was there, to the same pump I went to last time and I followed the same steps.
The pump didn't work. I did everything right. Everything was how it should be, but no gas was pumping. So, being the "genius" I am, I decided I'd put my card in again and see if maybe I had messed up. Still didn't work. So instead of going inside and informing the cashier that something was wrong and I needed that money back, I got in my car and switched pumps. That one worked perfectly fine and all seemed fine. The pump clicked, indicating it was done and I went to pull the handle out of my car and like the idiot I am I held down the lever to still pump gas. Why I didn't shut the gas off before I took it out, I have no idea. But as you can imagine, gas started spilling out. Luckily I released before we had a giant puddle but as I'm sure everyone knows, gas even in the smallest amounts is very pungent.
Most of the gas was on my car, again not a whole lot but enough to smell, so I just casually put the pump back where it belonged and drove off. The smell of gasoline lingering.
The whole way home I'm just praying that nobody saw my disaster and that the fact I have three charges from the same gas station in a ten minute time span doesn't spark anything at said gas station.
And I just try to keep telling myself comforting words like "At least you got gas! You were successful in the end!" or "Gas spills happen. It's a gas station!" or "There were so many people going through the stations that the cashier probably didn't notice anything out of the ordinary." *Also please don't tell me if any of these things are wrong. They're the only things keeping me from losing it lol.
An hour later and I am still cringing hard and just trying to keep myself from pondering it, but I thought someone out there might be having a cringe them self and maybe mine can overpower their own and make them feel better lol.