Wednesday, November 16, 2005
( 8:24 AM ) teahouse
I had a nice weekend. I'm not excited about being back at work, but it was good to get away from the Big Apple for just a couple of days.
The Boy and I rented a car and shared a ride down the Atlantic coast with another couple.
At one point, we stopped in a gas station in Maryland. They offered to pay for gas, which was nice of them since we did all of the driving.
The girl took out her credit card. I waited for her to get out of the car, swipe it and grab the gas pump. But she sat there and kind of waved it at me for a minute.
"Ok," she admitted, after an awkward silence. "Uh, I don't know how to do this. I grew up in New Jersey."
In New Jersey, all gas stations are full service. Yes, it's illegal to pump your own gas in that state.
Am I the only person disturbed by this phenomenon? Whole generations of people growing up, without a very basic set of skills crucial for survival in our society?
I took her card, swiped it through the machine, and then showed her how to open the gas tank, lift up the lever and insert the gas pump.
She watched, fascinated.
I felt like I was teaching a kid to tie her shoelaces or something. #