the eye observes, vol 3

sorry for the hiatus... its been busy. youll mind your own business as to what.

anyway, i give you...

fightin fire with flammables

the guage needle sat about one sixteenth of the way up between "e" and "f". it was not enough to get me home. i needed to stop to refuel.

in the area where i work, there arent too many gas stations around, and none at all that are easily on my way. so i went to the nearest one, a couple miles down the road. i pulled in to the lot, spent a few brief seconds in deep thought trying to remember whether the fuel tank door was on the passenger or drivers side in that vehicle...

drivers side. righto. so i pulled up to the first open pump that i saw, and noticed, without thinking about it too much, that something looked strange about the pump... like something was missing. i didnt think twice about it, and pulled right on past to the next pump. i jumped out, grabbed the pump and started fueling.

it was then that i noticed



that some moron apparently drove off while the pump was still hanging out of their vehicle.

this i simply cannot comprehend. maybe its just my own paranoia, but i try not to do things that i think might theoretically blow me up.

maybe thats just me. i just dont mess around when it comes to gas stations... way too much flammable stuff everywhere. no smoking, no cell phones (even though thats been proven untrue), no open fire or sparks or anything. i dont take any chances.

and i dont drive off with the pump still in my car.



what a dumbass.

and then i noticed...



something hilarious...



and i suddenly realized...



that sometimes fate/God/entropy/statistical likelihood just hands you the perfection of human stupidity juxtaposed with ironic happenstance, practically gift wrapped, and says "here, for your next blog entry."

or maybe i just see humor in strange things. either way, i was amused.