The nearly complete social of ME
June 11 2013
So there was this one time (today) where I was deep across state lines (in PA) and had 23 miles to empty in my car.
Jersey girls do NOT pump gas. Nor do they have the ability to swallow their pride and *ask* for help. It took me 15 minutes today to figure out how to get gas in my car.
The lesson here is not to teach me how to pump gas but rather to remind me to have the wherewithal to fill up before going over a bridge to PA.
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