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so last night, the old man & i went to visit my 'rents down in rochester. we ended up leaving pretty late, which was fine, but i needed to fill up my car with gas before we headed back. so... i'm filling up my car, josh is wiping my windshields (he's so awesome), & we notice this foamy spurting stuff at the pump ahead of my car that was out of order. i think it's just like cleaning fluid by the way it foams, & it looked like it was coming out of a high-powered hose or something. so i keep filling up. then we start to smell... it's a gas leak. & the attendant working on that pump (some high schooler or freshman in college... wearing a mossimo shirt...) quickly runs up, almost slips, and skedaddles into the gas station. (no really, he was just large enough that skedaddle is the perfect descriptor.) so then we smell that the stuff coming out of that pump is gas. it's a big ol' gas leak. & it's all running down the slight decline in pavement, directly under my car. soo... long story short, paramedics happened to be at the gas station at the time, a fire truck was called, we rolled my car to a different spot with not so much free-running gas (always a good idea), opened the hood to let the fumes out, and josh started the car, after and as the phrases "i don't want to blow up!" and "but i don't want you to blow up!!!" were uttered. quite the exciting night. who knew rochester could be so fun.
p.s.- we didn't blow up.
p.s.- we didn't blow up.