![]() That car ended up being pretty great - I guess I got all the bad karma out of the way on the trip home with it. The kid tried to get us to pay for the lake of gas - I gave him a $20 bill and told him to have the owner call me if there was going to be a further problem, and I would refer him to my attorney. We very gingerly pushed the car out of the lake. My car is now sitting in a literal lake of gasoline. He’s digging around under the counter for some sort of operations manual, then trying to call the owner of the station on the phone! Thankfully, while this is happening my buddy did find the shutoff on the side of the building, and the fountain has stopped. Scream at pimply-faced high school kid behind the counter to shut the pumps off. Sprint faster than I have ever moved before into the store. Gas does NOT stop fountaining out of the car - the thing is stuck ON! Look around for emergency shutoff - no sign of it. ![]() Just as I am thinking “it must be about full” gas starts fountaining out of the car. Note that I was NOT using the “hold it on catch”, just squeezing the thing manually. I remember thinking the trigger felt a little funny. Pull up to the pump, put the nozzle in, start pumping. Random smallish station off the Interstate in Bumfuck, OH, late at night. SEVERAL hijinks ensued on that trip, but the gas station one was certainly memorable. Years ago I bought an ‘00 Saab 9-5SE V6t wagon in Oklahoma City(!) and drove it back to Maine with a friend of mine.
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