When The Pony and I pulled into Casey's to get T-Hoe's gas on Thursday, I was happy to see that Pump 3 was open. I prefer Pump 3 or Pump 4, because they're directly across from the handicap ramp on the sidewalk.
"Um. Mom. You're not going to get gas here! The hose is not even connected! Look. It's laying on top of the pump."
Indeed. It WAS.
"Huh. I guess maybe somebody drove off with it still in their car! I'm surprised they don't have this pump wrapped in yellow caution tape."
"Well, I guess the diesel still works. Its hose is connected."
Pump 4, and even Pump 5, were in use. So we left to do the grocery shopping, and then came back. Pump 4 was open, so I parked T-Hoe there for us to go inside and pay. A little white sedan pulled up to Pump 3 as I was getting out. Pony walked around and told the guy,
"I think you're going to need a different pump. Look at this hose." The Pony lifted the end off the top of the pump, to show the guy, who was just realizing that the handle part of the pump was not in the slot.
"Okay. Looks like it! Thank you!"
As we walked in, The Pony said, "I figured a little car like that didn't run on diesel."
Anyhoo... T-Hoe was filled with gas, and The Pony helped a person.
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