I'm driving to my buddy's place last Friday during the drive-home rush hour on highway 400 and we're barely moving. The band is getting together to practice and I'm pretty hungover from Thursday's Heaven and Hell concert. I notice a lot of strange looks as cars pass by me. It was a nice afternoon so I had the window down when one guy yells something at me as he goes by. I speed up to him (by speed I mean 20 km/h) but can't get in hearing distance. He then points behind us and I look in my driver-side mirror to notice my gas lid is open and the cap is barely hanging on in the slot on the inside of the lid. Another guy passes me and is about to yell something to me but I stop him and say, "I know" and give him the thumbs up. In the words of Popeye, "How embarrasking!" How the gas cap stayed on the lid while I was on the 407 doing 130 km/h, I'll never know. The cap doesn't attach to the lid but there's a slot to hold it while you're pumping.
I'll chalk this one up to lack of sleep.
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Just because I don't have 73 speeding tickets, doesn't mean I drive slow!
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