I
remember stopping with my Grandma Jewkes at a gas station. She drove
her fancy Riveria and was out of gas. The only problem was, she didn't
know how to pump gas. Grandma had me get out of the car and asked me if I
knew how to fill the car up with gas. I bet I was no more than 10 and
of course, like Grandma, I didn't have a clue what to do. I remember
asking her why she didn't know how to put
gas in the car... I probably laughed too. She said growing up, that's
what the boys at the gas station did for everyone. And once she married
my Grandpa, he always made sure her cars were full. Talk about true love
{or spoiled}.
Anyway, we stood there staring at that gas pump for a few minutes when my
little brother, Jesse, told us to get out of the way, that he would do it.
Apparently boys pay more attention to these kind of things than girls.
We filled up, Grandma went inside to pay, and then we laughed all the
way home.
Every once in awhile that memory hits me as I'm pumping my own
gas. I miss my Grandma terribly.
