As a side story, I was wearing my boots today with a skirt and a long coat (read: hot, dang hot.), and I stopped at this very gas station to tank up. Since I have been commuting back and forth from Chapel Hill to Durham these days, I decided to listen to Barack's and my boyfriend's good advice and put air in my tires. I reversed through the entire parking lot (read: smooth, dang smooth.) over to the air pump, and proceeded to act like I knew what I was doing by taking the little black caps off of the little doo-hickeys sticking out of the tire.
As I put in my $.75 for air, I noticed that two men walking by on the sidewalk had seen that a white lady in boots and a skirt was in a neighborhood with very few white people, putting her own air into her tires. One nudged the other, pointed at me, and laughed. Internally I laughed along with them, but my inner feminist voice kept up the mantra, "Straight face... Fake it 'til you make it. Fake it 'til you make it". Oh, and did I ever. It took me until about 10 seconds short of my 3 minute air time limit to realize that the first 2 minutes and 50 seconds had been a complete waste of money because you actually have to squeeze the handle for air to come out of the hose, but with a perfect poker face, I dropped another $.75 into the machine, and we were rockin' and rollin'...
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Funny!! I would not put air in my car's tires unless I absolutely had to, because unlike you, I would probably never figure out the handle thing, get red faced and retreat!!!
Air in the tire is such a Brasilian thing to do... My uncle would check his tires' pressure every time he would gas up. Good for you!
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