Gas

You know what pisses me off about gas? The Price? NO! the fact that it is controlled by a bunch of fanatic middle easterners? NO! Maybe that we have all that we need in the ground in Alaska, but refuse to get out, because we would disturb a few Eskimo’s and Caribou. NO!

What really PISSES ME OFF, is when I pull into the gas station, I cannot remember what side of the car the gas cap is on. I go left and it is right. I go right and it is left. My last car was right and this one is left. My wife’s car is right. I think.

Remember the old days when the cap was in the middle? Behind the plate, or behind a light. Did it really matter? No. Why! Because the hose reached either side. Who shortened the friggin hose? What was that all about? If you do go on the other side, you cannot reach the cap. For Christ sakes!!!

How about this. You borrow or rent a car, and you need gas. OK no problem right. WRONG. You are in position with the cap on the right side (50/50 guess). OK where is the lever or button that unlocks the door for the gas? Under the seat? Under the wheel? Under the armrest? Who the hell knows? If someone is pumping ( another whole rant), they are pissed off and start offering suggestions, or asking if this is really your car. DER!

Life was easier when I could remember stuff.