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Tragic Gasoline Fight Accident

So let me set the stage for this event.  I went to Boston for the night, and the next day my mom and brother brought The Munch to the aquarium while I took a yoga class.  Since this was such a lovely gesture on their part, I offered to drive my brother home to Cambridge on my way back North.  We decided that I would drop him off at the gas station two blocks from his house so I could easily get back on the highway, yet it was at said gas station where the incident occurred.

Brother Laszlo: “Here, right here at this shell station is perfect.”

Toni: “Okay great! And thanks again for bringing Munch! She had so much fun!”

Brother Laszlo: “Maybe you should get some gas since you are already at a station?”

Toni: “That is a good idea, I only have 1/3 of a tank.”

Brother Laszlo: “Why don’t we do this, I will pump the gas for you.”

Again, a lovely gesture! I am a lady after all.  But here is where things get a little complicated.  My brother doesn’t drive… so needless to say he doesn’t have vast experience in the field of automobiles.  I know this about him, but was moved by this kind offer.

So we both got out of the car and I swiped my card, but the machine wouldn’t read it.  I tried again, same thing.

Brother Laszlo: “Maybe try debit instead?”

Toni: “Yeah okay?”

Third time, nothing.  So at this point we have been standing in the frigid air for over 5 minutes.

Brother Laszlo: “Maybe you go run and pay inside the station? I will wait here in case it goes through.”

I run to try to get into station, but of course it is closed and I have to run back.

Toni: “Okay, I am just going to move the car to another one of these fucking gas terminals.”

So at this point we are both a little antsy and annoyed, but trying to make the best of the 7-degree weather.

Brother Laszlo: “Hey, I think you should teach me that trick people do so you don’t have to hold the gas nozzle.”

Toni: “Yeah sure, you just have to flick this thing down and then it hooks on here like a kickstand.”

Brother Laszlo: “Ohhhhh I see.  Okay.  But how do you get it off when you are done?”

Toni: “I will show you when its finished.”

Since we had some time to kill, we did a little dance to show off our free hands.  At this point, I could have easily gotten back into the car because Laszlo did say he would pump the gas for me… but we were having so much fun with this aforementioned dance I decided to wait it out.

CLICK.

Brother Laszlo: “Oh it’s done, so I just pull up and it unhooks?”

Toni: “Yeah just like that.”

Now this is where things get wild.  Because my brother was holding onto the gas nozzle, and had a tight grip from unlatching that hook, he must have figured he could keep holding the nozzle with that same level of intensity.  So he pulled the nozzle out of the car- still gripping on the handle -and gas continued to violently spurt out.  It hit my car with such vigor and intense pressure that it started spraying everywhere.  Laszlo quickly reacted by pointing the nozzle away from the car and directly at me.  And then we just looked at each other in total shock; his hand still exerting the same pressure as gasoline showered my entire body.  It is like we got into a tragic gasoline fight, yet he was the only one armed with gasoline.

Quite a few seconds go by and neither of us can register the proper mode of action.  For me to get out of the way of the violent spray, and for my brother to let go of his grip.  Eventually both these things did happen, but not until I was soaking wet.

Brother Laszlo: “Oh my god.  I am so sorry.”

Toni: “Holy crap did that really just happen.”

Brother Laszlo: “I didn’t realize it would keep spurting gas after the machine clicked signifying its completion.”

Toni: “Yeah, I hear you.”

Brother Laszlo: “Maybe you should come to my house and borrow some of Lizzie’s clothes?”

At first I thought I would be fine, until I remembered I was covered in gasoline.

Toni: “Yeah I think you are right.”

We climbed in the car and got high on fumes for a few blocks so I could get into his house to shower, scrub the scent of gas off my skin, steal his wife’s clothes, and get back on the road with a trash bag full of soiled clothes.  And when I finally got back home after my 2-hour drive I noticed I only went through 1/8 of a tank of gas.  Fucking A.

Only my favorite text messages of all time ever to be received  by any human in the cosmos

 

 

11 Responses to Tragic Gasoline Fight Accident

  1. holly says:

    Oh dear!!! I am just so happy he did not feel the urge to satisfy a nicotine fit to calm his nerves after such a shock.

  2. wanderlust says:

    im sure some clothes were soiled reading this post… laughing.

  3. Liz Puloka says:

    I DIE! Please when I come lets you retell me the story through dance and pantomime, and I will be Laszlo and you be you. Followed by a dramatic reading of these most precious of ever texts. You can decide who reads which.

  4. Laszlo says:

    I am still so embarrassed but reading this makes me think at least the experience added to the store of human literature, which therefore makes the whole experience worthwhile for me ;)

  5. lizzie says:

    i’m sure that makes it worthwhile for Toni, too

  6. Laszlo says:

    I hope so. But I don’t presume this to be the case. I don’t think I will ever dare try to fill up a car again, or at least be on the part of those proposing that one fill up a car. You don’t realize the special shame one feels at spraying one’s sibling with gasoline.

  7. Renette says:

    I am the only one thinking of Zoolander?

  8. Renette says:

    Also, I don’t know Lizzie, but that text message made me laugh so hard.

  9. lily says:

    oh dear. next time you come visit, i will pump the gas for you.

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