Sunday afternoon I drove to Rison, AR to work on a project. Being me, I didn’t check my gas tank before I left. By the time I reached Rison, I was beginning to wonder if I would pass a Shell station before running out of gas. Lucky for me, I made it all the way back to the White Hall / Sheridan exit to fill up. Gas was 42 cents more there than it was in Hot Springs….I should have remembered to get gas before I left.

I pulled into the Shell station next to a pump. I would have pulled into a Full-Service spot, but those are long gone. Anyhow, I pulled in and killed the car while digging around in my handbag for my debit/credit card. I finally found the card only to drop it in the floor on the passenger side of the car. While leaning over to pick up the card, I felt like I was moving. Raising up, I looked out the window. Lo and behold, I’m rolling backward. Slamming the brake to stop myself and looking at the gears to see what the problem was, I realized that I had turned the key off without putting the car in park. When I leaned over to pick up my card I must have moved my foot from the brake. At any rate, I started the car and pulled back up to the pump. I was feeling kind of sheepish and hoping that I hadn’t been noticed. I’m not that lucky. The guy at the pump in front of me was quietly laughing. He told me he was going to holler at me before I rolled to far down the hill.

Sometimes, I amaze myself.