Yes, I wrote that correctly. Not rain drops, but gas drops.
And it was less like drops, and more like a fountain.
I was putting gas in the work car, and this lady next to me was getting ready fill up her car.
She took the nozzle out of the pump, and squeezed the handle.
Somehow the gas started spewing out of the nozzle.
I say somehow, because typically the plastic guard on the nozzle has to be pushed back.
For some reason unbeknownst to me, she pointed the nozzle in the air, at which time the gas fell like water coming out of a fountain and landed directly on the top of my head. She then started flailing the nozzle around, and sprayed me other multiple times.
The kicker of the story?
She didn't even apologize to me.
She looked me square in the eyes and said "Well that was a waste of gas. I should get some money back"
Seriously lady? I'm sitting here covered in your gasoline, and you think it was a waste?
I showered and washed my hair multiple times, and washed all my clothes a few times. Everything still smelled like gas. Kirk walked in the house and goes "What is that smell?!" After I told him what happened, he promptly asked if we needed to call poison control. I googled how to get the smell out. I tried baking soda, vinegar, baking soda AND vinegar (don't worry, it didn't make my washer explode), coke-coke which is supposedly a sure-fire way to get it out, and tide. They still have a slight gas smell.
The old lady is out a few bucks, and I had 4 lemons worth of juice in my hair.
Really? She's the one who's out?
How did you get the little music notes up there?!
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