Spent 4.5 hours round-trip this morning for five minutes of face time in court. I thank the judge for getting started at 9 a.m. rather than the scheduled 8:30.
On my way back I stopped at a gas station. I have done this frequently in the last 50 years. Insert credit card, take c.c. out when prompted, lift nozzle, select fuel grade, pump. Did all that. The gas didn't pump. WFT? Looked at pump station. Credit card not there. (?) Bent over, looked in credit card taker, saw card. "Receipt." It was the receipt dispenser. Reached into receipt dispenser. Too narrow for fingers, couldn't grip it. Tried other hand. Fingers still too fat. Went back to first hand. Couldn't even get my nails on the goddamned thing now. Pushed it in *thinking* it would spit it out. Didn't. #$%!. Went into store and advised cashier. Pakistani. "I accidentally put my credit card in the receipt slot and can't get it out." "Pump?" "Two." He hit cash register and printed out receipt and handed to me (Bolded only words he understood.). Made him master of the case. Came outside with me with round key. Didn't work. Went back inside, got correct round key. Opened receipt dispenser, gave me credit card. Great success.
