So in light of a Resery's recent blog, I too have my own embarrassing story to tell, no copyright infringement intended. So today my car was spluttering around on empty (his name is Butch*) so naturally I went to the local fuel station, to fill him up. I filled the tank till it read about 20 dollars worth. Which is about all I need for the week. I went in to pay, and the cashier told me that would be 29.95. I looked at her with indignation and said no, it was only 20.05. And she was like "no, it's 29.95", and then I gave her a puzzled expression, and she asked which car it was. And then I replied with the one on the left (when my car was actually on the right) in which case she looked down at her petrol computerer and was like, oh you got 20.05 Litres, you were looking at the wrong one and I was like oh, and then mumbled something really strange about not being awake (when it was midday), I then went to pay, and asked for cash-out and was about to swipe when she told me I can't do that because I was getting cash. I had to manually insert it. So I had to wait for her to cancel that last transaction and start a new one. I then walked out of the petrol station, past the growing line of disgruntled customers waiting to pay for their petrol, with my head down and shoulders slumped and cheeks reddening. Ha ha, I don't think I've been that embarrassed in such a long time!!
Now can you please tell me the most embarrassing story you have? I need some consolation. My hair has lightened a good two shades already.
*My car's name is Butch because I have the same car as my nan and my other grand parents. I needed to somehow make my car more manly, and less elderly. I really think it works, that and the dents separates my car from my grand parents'.
That's all there is; there isn't anymore.