So we got a new car a couple of weeks ago. This new car is a turbo diesel. Not a big deal, yes diesel fuel tends to be more expensive than regular gas, however, I get some insane miles per gallon average and VW diesel cars have an expected lifespan of 500,000 miles or something along those lines which in my world translates to "one day we will actually have no car payment!"
Obviously with a diesel car comes new concepts:
1. I must stop at a gas station that sells diesel
2. When I find a gas station that sells diesel, I have to make sure I pull up to the right pump
I've only filled up the tank twice since we've had this car and both times I came across the same scenario:
There is only one pump with diesel at the gas station
Some random person has pulled up to that one pump and is pumping gas (not diesel) when there are plenty of "gas only" pumps available.
Well, in typical Fernanda manner, I stress myself out because I am completely helpless and must wait. There is absolutely nothing I can do about the situation (besides getting out of my car and asking/telling the person to move to another pump... which I almost did... both times).
Obviously, before driving this car, just like the two people that have raised my blood pressure and aggravated my anxiety for the five extra minutes I had to wait to get to the diesel pump, I used to pull up to whatever pump was the first available. Driving this car has developed a new appreciation for those green pump handles.
Maybe I should see it this way: driving this diesel car and having to (probably most of the time) wait in line at the gas station to get to the diesel pump will be a great, continuous test of patience.