So this morning has sucked miserably, and its only 7:30 am as I am beginning to write this... 
 
First off, I overslept.  Not just 10 or 15 minutes, but a whole hour!!!  So once I awoke, I flew through the shower, threw some cloths on, and lastly hastily applied makeup.  I ran out the door and turned on my car and noticed...Shit...I don't have any gas.  Certainly not enough to get me the 25 miles to work this morning.  So I go to the gas station, swipe my card and begin fueling.  As the gas is pumping, I glance at the freeway.  It looks nice and smooth.  Thank Jebus for Friday light.  I might actually only make it in 20 minutes late.  Thats when I just so happened to look at the amount of gas that was pumping into my care.  As it approached the 9 gallon mark, I was wondering why it wasn't stopping.  It should have stopped by now.  Thats when I heard it and smelled it.  The damn pump didn't stop pumping when it was supposed to.  Gas was squirting out of my gas tank and all over the side of my car and onto the ground, and onto my tires.  I grabbed the pump and shut it off, but not before I stepped into the growing puddle of Gasoline at my feet.  Now my damn shoes (my favorite shoes) smell like gasoline and that pisses me off.  I didn't have time to clean up the gas that was on the side of my car as I was already super late for work, so I got in the car and prayed the entire way that the gas that was on the tire would not ignite from the heat of rubber on asphalt as I drove into work.  Twice I swear I smelled smoke as I was driving.  I have never been this scared in my entire life.  Never has the fear of my own car catching fire been so real.  Thankfully I made it into work. 
 
I will be spending my lunch break at a car wash today.  Lucky me.  But I NEED to get that gas off my car.  I only hope that everything will be ok.  Thaks for reading about my issues. 
 
-Ruby