1/19/9: The Day I Almost Died.

So....I went to work yesterday...
After work, I went down the street to the gas station, since my car told me that I had 6 miles to empty. Getting gas seemed like a good idea at the time.

I was on the phone with my friend, Sam... I swiped the debit card...selected my fuel grade. Put the nozzle into my car, and pushed down the little "make it pump automatically lever". Then, I stood back, watched the meter thing on the pump, and chatted away.

And then....the-nozzle-propelled-itself-OUT-of-the-car, smacking me in the "lap area", with fuel spewing out all over. It slid down my leg, covering me in gasoline from my waist, on down. My pants: covered in gas. My shoes: covered in gas. My socks---squishy with all the gas in my shoes.

Me: "Oh Shit! I'm covered in gas!!!!!!!"
Sam: "Want me to let you go?"
Me: "Shit! I'm covered in gas!!!"
Sam: "Call me later."
Me: "Ok. ....shit!"

As I was hanging up, that's when Vicki called.
And then my husband called.
And then my mom called.
I was ringing off the hook, but shit! I was covered in gas!

I went into the gas station bathroom & washed the gas off my skin, but my clothes were soaked. The gas station people said, "Is that YOU that smells like gas?"
Me: "Yes. The hose popped out & covered me in gas. I got the gas off my skin, but I have to get some new clothes." {picture me---sayin' it walkin', b/c I had to get outta there!}

And so---maybe I didn't almost DIIIIIEEEE....but, I certainly felt akin to...

Seriously folks---it had nothing to do with a lack of brains. I was REFERRING TO his fear of fire. Mmmmkay??? Seriously---I was on the look out for matches, lighters, brush fires, flying cigarrette butts, birthday candles, you name it!

So, I hop into my car, roll down all the windows b/c of the smell, and drove right back to the hospital. I called up to the hospital first.
Me: "I need someone to get me some scrubs. I'm on my way up there."
Nurse: ....honestly, I forget what he said, but he was giving me a hard time about my request...
Me: "I'm serious. I'm in a situation here, and I am on my way back to the hospital. I am COVERED in gasoline. I'll be there in a second."
Luckily for me.... they were prepared for my arrival, and I got "de-con'd", as in decontaminated. I opted out of the de-con shower, thank you very much. I got to wash off in a sink, and got new clothes to wear. My clothes were double bagged, but I'm sure they're just ruined. How do you get gasoline out of leather boots????

So, I left the hospital in scrubs (short sleeved...), & crappy-a$$ slipper socks. I had no shoes. It was priceless. I had to drive home with all of the windows open to air out the interior of the car since I rode in there with my gas-soaked clothes.
I froze my hiney off!

Got home. Hubby got my bagged clothes out of the trunk of my car. He also washed all of the gas off my car.

It was all so gross.
And lucky me---I lived to tell the tale!