Lesson of the Month...or Maybe Year Okay, so I've been pumping my own gas since I got my license at 16. It wasn't until

we moved to DC and sold our other car that I stopped pumping the gas...afterall, Brad takes the car to work so I typically don't need to. Until last Saturday. Having been home alone with the baby for 9 days while he was in LA, I needed to make a Babies R Us run for necessary baby things. So, I took my first day free from the baby (Sat.) to do this. I was so excited to get out and do something besides change
diapers! Not that I don't love to do things for Baker but to have some alone time was exciting.
So, I get in the car and see that the car is on empty. I'm not above getting gas and I've never had any problems with it in the past. I pulled into Shell and up to the pump when I noticed the guy in front of me was leaving. So out of respect for others that may come up, I moved my car up to get gas from the front pump. I notice there is diesel at this pump...
hmmm, how interesting. I've never seen that before. I almost pressed the diesel button...
oh, that would have been bad I thought. Good thing I caught myself. I proceed to grab the nozzle. As I'm trying to pump the gas, it really starts to give me a hard time, continuously stopping and I started to get really agitated as I just wanted to lock it and let it filler up! I gave up after about half a tank but determined as I was, I let the lady working the window know that the #1 pump wasn't working and she needed to have it looked at.
I get in the car and immediately call Brad to ask if he had ever had this problem before where the gas just kept stopping and he said it was probably just the bottom of the barrel but it should be fine. I pull out and within 60 seconds of hanging up the phone and getting on the road the car stalls.
I knew it!! That darn gas was bad...I can't wait to tell Shell about this one! They have ruined our car! I manage to putt-putt the car into the nearest parking lot praying the whole way that it wouldn't stop in the middle of the road. Thank goodness He listened and allowed me to park and then it stopped and refused to crank. Urghhh! We joined AAA last year and good thing we did because they came and towed me to the nearest service station that was still open at 1 pm on a Saturday, waiting only about 40-50 minutes but when you're a woman, sitting a check into cash sort of joint, it's not the most amazing feeling! Anyway, that station couldn't even look at the car until Monday and I knew that wouldn't work. So, back in the tow truck and off to station #2. Such nice guys at that Sunoco. They took a look at it, of course after I played the damsel in distress (come on, I totally was!), despite the fact that they closed in an hour. Diagnosis: The fuel pump had gone bad and needed to be replaced. Cost: A small fortune. However, they gave me a bit of news that I would never have thought of on my own. Since our car is a 2006 and under 35,000 miles, it should be covered under warranty and we wouldn't have to pay a dime! Score! So, Brad called the dealership from home while I stood and waited. Time at this point: 3:30 pm, still sitting at the service station. Good news, car is under warranty but we need to get it to them before they closed at 5 pm.
I called AAA back to ask for another tow truck (because the first one had left) so that they could take me to the dealership. About an hour later, the tow truck arrives and whisks me off to the shop. I sit there for a while as they get things together and provide me the transportation get home. About 30 minutes after walking through our door, 4 1/2 hours from the beginning of my saga, the phone rings. It's the dealership. "Um, Mrs. Blackmon, did you put diesel in your car?"
No way, but I almost did! "Well, that's the problem as there is definitely diesel in your tank and that's not covered under the warranty."
Not good. I knew in my heart what happened that day at the gas station and I knew that I did NOT put diesel in our car. So, the only other option I had was to go to the gas station and look at that pump. I didn't like what I saw - 2 nozzles, one on each side, one green the other black, along with 4 buttons - diesel, and 3 unleaded. I know that I pressed 87 but it seems that I grabbed the green nozzle and despite pressing the right button, the diesel nozzle overides it.
How could this happen? I've never seen this before in my life and out of all the pumps at that station, this was the only pump that had diesel! Figures! So, despite my desire to fight the station that they ruined our car, I had no case. I tried to find out what kind of gas they charged me for, recommended to do this by the dealership, because if they had charged me for 87, then technically it was on them but that's just too hard a battle to fight, especially when the folks there barely speak English. Thank God for a wonderful husband who didn't get mad at me or even raise his voice in question whatsoever. His response to me was: "Mistakes happen and this could have happened to anyone. Now we know." Cost for this mistake: $1600. Lesson: Use extreme caution when pumping gas and do a double take to make sure it's not diesel that's going in your car.