Service Station Runner

The police called me this week and it was not a pleasant phone conversation. Radar this week. They told me I had not paid for my petrol and had done a drive off without forking out for my $170 petrol bill at the BP Maroochydore service station. They were right.  But I blame my husband. Again. You see he installed a new app on my phone that allows you to pay for your fuel. The thing is it is quite a complicated process: you punch in your pin number and then a password and then you have to input  what pump number you are at and what type of fuel you are using to fill up. After that time I put diesel in the non-diesel car (husband who is car dealer did not understand and was not happy) I still twitch with nerves a little at the bowser.

So anyway back to my Thelma and Louise moment running from the brass, I did the 957505 commands on my phone for the fuel and smugly drove off with my petrol. I was a little sad I didn’t get to go into the actual service station and buy things I do not need such as Brisbane Bronco themed air freshners and traveller pies. I am passionate about the traveller pie. I think it is a very under rated invention. 

The other amazing Aussie invention that deserves more accolades is the goon wine bag. Yep that isa true blue Aussie conception! Anyway apparently I messed up the process of paying and before you knew it   I am was on a list of fugitives because I did a runner and never paid for that expensive fuel. Once the police had interrogated me (actually they were really lovely and clearly realised they were dealing with a menopausal middle aged non-tech savvy broad) I had to go into BP the next day with my tail between my legs and explain the situation. The lovely woman behind the counter said I did not look like a criminal. So from now on I will not be using the fancy pants app and will just paying the old fashion way. And as a reward for walking into the service station I will be treating myself to an air freshner for my car and a traveller pie for my mental health.