Yup...I'm "That" Girl

I was getting ready to head out to St. George for the weekend and had just finished packing up my car. I had half a tank of gas, so I decided to stop at the Speedee Mart down the street to top off before I left. So, I got out, started the pump, and headed inside to get water and snacks. After selecting my favorite water I was parusing the aisles deciding what I wanted. The guy behind the counter asked if I needed help (clearly I didn't), but he headed over to chat it up anyway. After chatting and paying for my purchases, I headed outside, got in my car, and fired it up. I love road trips! As I was pulling away from the pump I heard a "POP!" So I looked in my rearview mirror and saw...the gas hose, detached, lying in the middle of the pump area. Ah, crap. That was me, wasn't it? I'm that girl.

I got out of the car, assessed the damage to my car (which was none), and put my gas cap back on. I hesitated for a split second on what I was supposed to do next, then parked my car and headed into the store. I walked up to the guy who had been chatting with me earlier and said, "I'm that girl." He looked back, puzzled for a moment, so I repeated myself, "I'm that girl. I forgot I was still pumping gas." So we walked outside and I led him to the sad, detached hose, lying rejected on the pavement. As I stood apologizing, he jokingly asked for my insurance card, which I would have given him! Apparently they make those hoses detachable - clearly for women! So he tried to reconnect the hose and we made jokes. It kept leaking gas onto his little towel, so I told him he probably shouldn't light a match anytime soon. Then he wiped his hands off on his gas towel, stretched forth his hand to me, shook my hand with his gas hand, asked me my name, I told him, and he said "I thought I'd at least get your name out of this." To which I replied, "Sorry about your hose." Ohhh....awkward.