2002-03-19 - Boom Boom Gas

Let's Get This Earthquake Started

I'm pumping gas today in my car (which is now fixed $220 later - see previous entry for tale of vehicular woe) and suddenly the nozzle starts vibrating in my hand. I'm thinking, uh oh. What now. But then I hear it.

"I'mmmmmm coming up...So you better get this party started"...accompanied my loud, forceful bass.

Boom boom boom. The pavement is vibrating, as are my eardrums. I turn around to see where this car of teeny boppers could be (hey, I like that music, but I sure as heck don't blast it - only S Club 7 and the Spice Girls, and...) and I can't believe my eyes. A guy who looked (and dressed) like Willie Nelson (minus the braids) got out of the car. He had a chain link license plate frame and a cigarette dangling between his lips.

I covered my my mouth to hide my laughter. Yes, I actually laughed OUT LOUD. Luckily (for me) he left his stereo on full blast so I was drowned out by the bass. He won't be coming after me with his Hell's Angels buddies.