Due to the unsual circumstance this morning (having to do with the vast quanity of food consumed by the dogs yesterday afternoon), I was a bit later than usual heading to work this morning (ok, so it was 90 minutes later than usual).
On top of running late, I get out to the car and realize I'm probably not going to make it to work with out filling up. I pull up to the pump shortly after this lady in a Buick Regal. She's getting out at the same time as me and proceeds to tell me how cute my car is.
Now I love my car, but cute? Ok maybe a little.
Six months later and I still can't remember I need to unlock the little door to the gas tank. So back around my car to unlock the door all the time thinking about the compliment I just got on my car. Back around to unscrew the cap and Buick Lady says it's almost like my car is diesal, it's got a soft purr to it. Awe. I actually really do love the sound of my car. At first I thought it was a bit loud, but it's grown on me and it's got a good sound to it.
By this time I'm checking out the kind of car Buick lady is driving 'cause she really doesn't look like she'd be into cars. I've finally started to get gas and I look up and see buick lady who is pulling out some cards and standing across from me. All I see in big gold letters is "The Book of Mormon" and it looks like she's going to talk to me again. Now may be a good time to put my credit card back in my wallet which is in my car.
While I'm putting my credit card back in my wallet Buick Lady finishes pumping. My pump shuts off and I go back around, put the nozzle away, screw on my gas cap, and get my receipt. As I'm starting to walk back around my car, Buick Lady who has been sitting partially in her car for a minute or so holding some cards or paper asks me if I'm interested in family history. I tell her no. And then I tell her to have a nice day.

