Musings.

Well, it happened. It’s just good it happened later in life. It would have been difficult to handle at the tender age of sixteen. It’s just so embarrassing. It’s rarely seen. Well maybe in a movie. Of course, Hollywood is so dramatic. Today there are all the safety measures in place. It’s a wonder what they did in the past. I suppose it spewed everywhere and all present were faced with the possibilities of fire and a final explosion. It’s everyone’s fear at some point in life. It would have been nice to glimpse it happening to someone else. None the less, there it was the gas nozzle still hooked up to the car, the other end disconnected from the pump, dragging about three feet behind. All that could be done was to lift the nozzle from the car, scoop up the other end, take it to the attendant, and simply say, “It broke, sorry.” And walk away!