The other day, it finally happened. I was pumping gas and the receipt didn't print out. Not only did the receipt not print out, the screen went blank so I didn't even know how much I had spent on filling up. What to do? Do I blow my budget? Move the car, get E out , run in and get E back in for a receipt? Or just run in and get the receipt without any heavy lifting? "Just this once." I thought. So I ran inside got the receipt and came out. At which time the super mom in the minivan that had just pulled up asks "Excuse me, Ma'am"
"Yes" I respond with a smile,
"You know that's illegal, right?"
Sigh.... "Yes, but you know, got to have a receipt..."
I jumped in the car and took off FUMING. Why? I'm still not sure. I'm sure I was embarrassed at being "caught" going into the store (especially since it was the FIRST time I've done that), secondly, I just wanted to ask her if she felt like she was the better mother after seeing the big, pregnant women waddle into the market to get a receipt. I was raging, which I have to think is partly hormonal as I actually handled myself pretty well, and overall the woman was asking out of kind concern. However, expecting a little sympathy from my hubby when I got home, I was greatly disappointed. "You should never do that, baby! I know you needed a receipt but you should have taken E with you..." Sigh.... I know...... Still there's something asinine about not being able to run into the gas station to get the receipt. 30seconds... I'm sure someone will respond with some sort of Drama in Real Life article they read in Reader's Digest, but at this moment, I'm more pissed off at a world in which you can't leave a locked, parked car with a strapped in kid in a five-point harness car seat (ever tried to get in and out fast? yea, impossible) to get a receipt from the gas station. argh....
Monday, January 15, 2007
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