Tuesday, October 19, 2010

I Feel Gassy or Diesel PS

To follow up on yesterday's post outing my shame at filling the tank of my husband's car with unleaded instead of diesel....

First, I am surprised to hear so many (well four) people have done the same thing. And not all of them were women either so the laughing Frenchies from the garage can suck it.

Second, yesterday I received a text from mon amie Canadienne asking me to duhn, duhn, duhn--help her mother fill up their car because they're not in town! and are afraid of the strike induced gas shortage. Seriously? At first I thought she was playing a tricky monkey on me. I cracked up and so did my lovely, patient husband.
Then I saw the second text she'd sent that said, "OMG! I just read your post and I am scared. Our car takes GAZOLE"

So this morning I went with her mom to fill up the tank. I have to admit I was super nervous. I think I will always second guess myself from now on. I hated getting gas before, doesn't everyone, but now it has taken on nightmarish proportions. Luckily, thanks to the strike and closing of 12 of 12 gas refineries, there is no unleaded, regular gas to be found. You'd better hope your car takes diesel this week.

I do have to say though that I've found the French to be very patient. They wait calmly in lines at the Carrefour and they wait calmly in lines for diesel. I guess they're used to this strike thing. No point in getting all heated up American style. It's not going to change the wait time only make it more miserable.

My new life motto: Patience. Acceptance. Wine.


  1. Patience, Acceptance, Wine. Aidan.....you're becoming so ...FRENCH!

  2. Delana, when you can't beat 'em, join 'em. I think the wine part is my favorite.
    x a

  3. It's amazing what we can accomplish with a little wine (and a good book or iphone apps make the waits that much easier) x


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