Monday, February 6, 2012
I had to stop this morning and gas up the car. It was early. And cold. And I don't particularly enjoy either of those things, but some things just need to get done, and filling up the tank is one of them. Especially when you're about to get on a traffic-filled highway. But that's a story for another day.
So, there I am at the gas station. I swipe my credit card and wait. And wait. Authorization is taking forever (which should have been my first warning), but finally (!!!!) it goes through. I stick the nozzle in the car and wait (not-so-patiently) while the car fills. I may (cough) have snuck back into the car at one point--because did I mention it was freezing?--even though I know that's a big no-no. Anyway, the nozzle clicks, I put it away, tighten my gas cap till I hear the appropriate clicking, then check the screen on the pump.
Do I want a receipt? Nope. I push the button.
One moment please.
So, I wait. And wait. And wait some more. I turn on the car, get back out, and check the screen. Still waiting. Finally, I just click "cancel."
What? What transaction? I only wanted to make sure the screen was clear before I drove off so the next person who came along wouldn't get a free tank of gas on my card...
So I did what any reasonable, impatient, freezing person would do. I left.
And I really didn't think anything of it until I was stuck in traffic ten minutes later.
Did I actually pay for that gas? Am I a gas-stealer? Are the police going to come knocking any minute now?
Ugh. I don't look very good in stripes...