Horse boxes and significant others!

I went out at 7am today to put petrol in my little car. Why does NOTHING go smoothly?

The station was FULL of vehicles. And the one in front of me was one of the biggest Horse Boxes I’ve ever seen.

I’m sat, sitting there waiting for the driver to come out and move, the vehicle swaying and stomping (Impatient Horses?) and this tiny girl strolled out, knocked on my window and apologised.

I have to reverse because I can’t go forwards. Do you mind?

She can’t’ve been more than 20 years old and 5ft 4 inches. WOW. She manoeuvred that truck with pure precision.

So. I get to the pump (eventually) – a van draws up on the opposite pump and I get rained with a volley of abuse.

It’s only Himself. In full PPE.

And it continued inside too.

Is that MY debit card you are using?

No. Mine. Go away and leave me alone.

How much have you just spent?

None of your bloody business. BTW – YOU can take the logs I’ve just bought to my car.

You should’ve seen the looks on the cashiers’ faces :o)