I finally lived through one of my fears Monday night, and I've been waiting for it to happen since I was 16.

Unfortunately, I didn't pay this price for gas.

I had stopped on the way home to get gas at the gas station I usually stop at at the corner of the street.  Thinking nothing of it, I get out of the car with my debit card and keys (because I have locked them inside the car at this same gas station), and started going through the regular motions: slide debit card, take the gas cap off, etc.  I started pumping the gas, and read the adds there at the pump.  It got me thinking about a possible Christmas present for Ben, and while I was off in my thoughts, I heard a splurt, splurt, and then the sound of something spilling onto the ground.  It was the GASOLINE pouring out of my gas tank!  I just kind of stared at it for a minute not sure what to do and not wanting the get gas all over my hand, and then I jumped into action and stopped the gas from pumping and took the pump out of my car.

By the time I stopped the pump, over a gallon of gas had poured all over my car and the ground.  Luckily, since I have been paranoid about this for ever, I had been standing on that little raised part right around the pump itself.  If I hadn't been, mt pants would also be covered in gas.  Trying to be a good person, I went inside to let the attendant know.  All he said was, "Oh. Sorry."  I just looked at him for a minute, and then decided it wasn't worth my time to stand there waiting for him to offer me something.  I went back to my car afraid that I'm going to make a spark and explode and very carefully called Ben to make sure I wouldn't explode.  Luckily, I made it home in one piece, but my car smelled like gasoline for the next day.