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The other day, my wife and I were at the pump, filling up the Suburban. We watched as an otherwise normal looking woman in a Toyota Matrix spent 10 minutes trying to get her car near a pump: pulling forward through an arc, then backing through the same exact arc, over and over. Then turning around (by driving into a nearby supermarket parking lot, but pulling up to the wrong side of the car... gotta start over. Then back, and forth, and turning, and unturning, and ending up perpendicular to the pump island (my vote was for her to stop then, and just fill up). Then more pulling through a curve, and backing up in exactly the same curve again, over and over. The gas station attendant even came out to observe the circus act. She finally got close enough to the pump that the hose would reach, albeit about as stylishly parked as a Kia with offroad tires on one side would look in front of a Beverly Hills boutique.
She did not appear to be impaired/ drunk/ high/ suffering from a stroke/ frontal lobotomized/ blind/ Courtney Love/ elderly/ from Florida/ head injured/ a Kardashian/ comatose when she was OUT of the car, but damn if we didn't finish up and haul ass out there just to be able to get as far away from her as possible by the time she got back on the road.
But she's probably still trying to figure out how to EXIT the place.
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