On May 11, 2021, the Southeast lost its collective mind again…this time over gasoline
“The Colonial Pipeline shut down may lead to some gas shortages” the newspaper told us that morning
Well, what does everyone then do?
Hightails it to the nearest Exxon, BP, Shell to fill up the tank
I needed gasoline after traveling the prior weekend
On my way to pick up some lunch, I stopped at the convenience store cum gas station not far from my office
This was around 11:45 in the a.m.
I was not aware that the panic buying had begun
There were lines already at the gas station
I got in line behind a car with Massachusetts plates
Lest ye think I was judging just because of the plates, Dear Reader, please know that I went to high school in the Bay State and think that Massh**e is a terrible expression
We sat for a few minutes when finally the two cars ahead of us cleared the two pumps for which we were waiting. Or so I thought.
Mr. Massachusetts, instead of pulling up to the far pump, stopped at the closer pump and pulled up far enough that someone couldn’t get to the farther pump easily
I got out of my car, knocked on his window
He rolled it down and said, “Yes?”
“Sir, can you please pull up so we can use both pumps?”
His reply, incensed, “No…no I cannot…you’re going to have to wait”
So be it
While waiting, I noticed a utility van/service vehicle of a local contracting company circle around the parking lot
Then, I heard the BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP of that vehicle backing up to get to the pump that my new buddy from Boston would not pull up to after being requested to by me
When my Codfish Stater finished pumping his gas, he realized he was blocked in by the contractor and by me
He huffed and made gestures to the contractor who shrugged his shoulders and must have said it would be a minute
Next thing I know, the Baked Bean Stater was at my window demanding that I back up to let him out
I just looked him in the eye and said, “As someone I know recently told me, you’re going to have to wait”