Quelle drive!

So I'm finally back in California. Yay!!!! I flew into San Francisco, and had to drive back to Davis this morning. I would have rather stayed in the Bay Area, but unfortunately, today is the first day of classes, and my presence is required in Davis. Apparently, all the forces of nature aggreed with me, that it would be better not to come here. Well, ok, not all of them. The weather was nice.

If I hadn't had to drive 100+ miles this morning, I wouldn't have had to stop for gas. Which means that the mishap at the filling station would never have occurred. Oh. The pain. I guess premature ejaculation is a good term for the tragedy that ensued. Steggie is a very sexy car =). The nozzle was just a little too anxious. It was feeling nervous. Performance anxiety. Too much stage fright to do any good. And it choked. It slipped out of Steggie, spewing gasoline onto the ground, and, horror of horrors, me. So maybe this was more the pull out technique, not premature ejaculation. Either way, it's no good! Apparently the pump never took sex-ed, and never learned that that approach is far from foolproof. Luckily when it fell out of the car, the handle came unhooked from fuel mode, so there wasn't too much spillage. Nevertheless, I had to drive those 100+ miles with the windows open so that I didn't get too loopy....

After that, things started to look up. The drive proceded uneventfully. No major setbacks. I had to pay my toll, but that's ok. I expected to. I had bought a cherry coke at the gas station so that I'd have exact change even. Steggie and I dared to breathe again. Could it be that the day would come up roses after all?

No. Most decidedly not. We were nearing the end of the drive... Only about 5 more miles to Davis. And some tool in a big, ugly American truck (definitely not svelte like Clifford) decides that he'd rather be on top of a cute little Prius with icecream on top than in his own lane. Jackass. Major hyperventilation, cardiac arrest, and all sorts of other disagreeable trauma all round for Steggie and I. Luckily the jerk responded to honking. Otherwise, well, I fear the worst might have befallen us.

But we made it back safe and sound! Phwew! And only smelling minorly of gas. Though of course I hosed my leg off, changed pants, and hosed the fouled ones again right away. I think more drastic measures will be needed. Thank goodness for schnookums and the internet! Now I know what course of action to pursue.

OK. Now I need to go prepare myself mentally for buying textbooks and the start of a new quarter.... ugh.