Well, today was semi-eventful. Let me back up to yesterday. Yesterday was super busy at work. The guys had been busy. I had been busy. The garbage cans were overflowing and I had, for days, been meaning to take the garbage out. I stayed later than usual because I was going to do just that. Those guys work way harder than I do, so I figured it wouldn’t kill me to clean up a tad. I even cleaned the toilet, which is a pretty freaking scary job. I can’t be certain, but if I had to put a percentage on it, I would say I’m about 90% sure that every one of them waits until they get to work to shit. Or maybe they are all just really regular. Either way, the toilet is usually a force to be reckoned with. So I knocked that out first. Then did the trash cans. Finally, I went to the gas station to fill the truck up for the install guys so they wouldn’t have to waste time in the morning and could just get on with their day. Sweet, right? I go to the gas station. Fill the tank up. I fill it up so much it splashes out onto my shoe and I smelled like gas for the rest of the night, but still, I did my good deed or whatever so it was all worth it. Today, I get a call from one of the install guys. He says, “hey, what kind of gas did you put in the truck?” To which I reply, I put regular. He says, “not diesel?” And now I’m thinking, “what’s the right answer?” but I tell him “no, nobody said diesel. Should it have been diesel?”
Oops, that’s all I can say. I put the wrong damn gas in the truck and he was an hour and a half away in the mountains sputtering and smoking. So he pulled the truck over and emptied the gas out of it. I went to the gas station and filled up a 5 gallon gas can with diesel fuel, aka the right stuff, and drove an hour or so to find them on the side of the road. I pull up and they are both in pretty good spirits despite my horrible mistake. They put the fuel in the truck and start it up and it’s rolling smoke from the exhaust. I’m thinking I’ve ruined this truck that costs I don’t know how many tens of thousands of dollars. There goes my raise. But it starts up and the guys pull off. I light a cigarette and throw it into the trail of gas that is there from where they emptied the tank and I drive off as the whole gravel lot goes up in flames. Ok, that last part is a complete and utter lie, but I’m not going to lie and say that I didn’t wish that I smoked at that moment or owned a lighter because that shit would have been awesome (from my secret pyromaniac perspective). What actually happened is I followed them to the gas station and filled up their tank with the right kind of gas and they were able to continue on their day and I drove an hour back to work. Everything worked out, which was super great because after I got back, I got some not so great news, but I’ll share that with you tomorrow.
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