Dropped my mum off at the airport last night. Fourth drive in a week, 20th or so this year. Really don't want to drive to LAX again in a while + LAX and Hollywood Blvd - had my fair share this year already.
Had a bit of a blond moment the yesterday. Oh no, not blond - let's call it non American! Because no one else would think of such a stupid thing. Needed to get petrol and went to a different garage than usual. Parked up, slided my card and took the pump of the nozzle. No petrol. Tried again. Pressed the button and took the nozzle off the hook. Put it back, went to a different pump. Same thing all over again. Drove to the next pump. Same thing all over again. And again. And again. I was just about to put my best Swedish accent on to go inside to get some help when the guy ccame outside and said "let's take a look at what's going wrong".
Who knew you had to push the plastic thing the nozzle rests on up in order to get the damn thing pumping!
Stupid stupid stupid.
Team Clarke in OC, California. A Brit-Swede Combination
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