I have a weekly routine of going to the bank and the gas station every Saturday morning. Sometimes I will swing by the car wash or the grocery store or the post office depending on the week, but the bank and the gas station are non-negotiable items on my Saturday morning agenda.
And I usually stop at Dunkin' Donuts first and treat myself to a pre-errand caramel coffee.
This morning was no different, and as I pulled into the drive through line at Dunkin' Donuts, I was greeted with no less than twenty eight signs informing me that PUMPKIN FEST IS HERE, we have PUMPKIN MUFFINS and PUMPKIN COFFEE and WHITE CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN MOCHAS and PUMPKIN, PUMPKIN, PUMPKIN.
Because I am a marketing company's dream, it took me .3 seconds to decide to hope on the pumpkin bandwagon and when I pulled around to order, I said "Good morning, I'd like a medium pumpkin coffee with cream and sugar, please."
And then the lady said, "I'm sorry, we don't have pumpkin flavors."
Well that's odd, because the entire perimeter of your property here is filled with signs claiming the opposite.
I settled for an iced caramel almond coffee and I'll admit, 'twas delicious.
Next on my list was the gas station, and it was EMPTY which made my morning since I have lots of issues surrounding maneuvering at crowded gas stations. I parked my car, slid my debit card, and started to fill up.
Or so I thought.
I was washing my windows when I glanced at the screen to check the gas progress and saw that the screen said, "PUMP STOPPED, SEE CASHIER."
Here is the part where it's important to note that I HAVE NEVER paid for my gas inside. Not ever. I ALWAYS pay at the pump. But I put on my big girl pants and walked inside and told the gentleman behind the counter about the message on the screen at pump 6.
The man had a thick accent, but he told me that they'd been having trouble with the card reader at that particular pump, so he could try to swipe my card at his register and see if it worked. "But first," he said, "you will need to tell me the amount that you would like."
"Okay," I said, "Well, I have a Ford Focus which I think is a twelve gallon tank, and I'm almost on E, so I'd say about ten gallons, please."
Listen, one thing that surpasses any language barrier is laughter. And he laughed. OH, DID HE LAUGH. Because by "amount," he meant DOLLAR AMOUNT, NOT GALLON AMOUNT.
I wanted to just melt into the floor and disappear.
This was not my morning.
Here's looking at you, Sunday.