Pull up to the diesel pump. Find credit card. Gather used coffee cups and assorted trash. Place in waste/trash holder. Where is the damn credit card?
Some interesting design went into that island set up and access to the trash can. Access via a hatch on one side. Strange looks from other patrons.
On the bright side, did this before pumping diesel. Otherwise, 400 miles down the road until noticing the missing card. Gad, I’m getting old.
7 comments:
It was so nice that you were able to entertain the passerbys. Did you announce "be here all week, catch my later show"??? Thank God watches out for fools...espcially well seasoned ones.
Sisty
LOL, yeah, we ARE getting there... Thankfully I still remember to zip up, and take the wallet and keys when I leave the house. :-)
Hahaha... You know you're getting old when the candles cost more than the cake.
@ Sisty. Always count on you.
@ NFO. At one time or another, forgotten any one of the three. Punch line on the generic senility joke is forgetting to unzip. So far, so good.
"Gad, I’m getting old."
I'm enjoying my old age. I am now getting effects that at one time I used to pay BIG money to get. Now it's all coming for free!
Good point WSF!
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