And so it was last Friday, as I sat stuck on a delightful conference call, watching the many other missed calls and lost minutes eluding I-35 traffic pass me by. Drumming my fingers against my ancient desk, miserably unable to focus on anything except the growing traffic and litany of missed calls, the other line and usually beloved iPhone kept me prisoner.
After addressing the worst of the crises, I stumbled out the door to my rental car - turns out my insurance company AND car dealer have decided I am sacrificing car ownership for Lent - and sped away, only to have the gas light flip on. It wasn't the only thing flipping at the moment, but I mustered whatever remaining logic I had and, muttering some very un-aspiring Princess of Monaco curses, pulled into the nearest station.
You know what happens next - the cell phone starts ringing again, this time from a BF calling with important news, so I pick up and start fueling Vile Rentalmobile at the same time. To the disappointment of urban legend-tellers and my parents, this did not cause me explode.
No, no - the explosion came as I, distractedly chatting on the phone, attempted to remove the gas pump without switching off the auto-pump off. Oh, did it ever remove - all over my preptastic, ridiculously on-sale, dream of this sort of outlet mall find, beat-up-yet-still-favorite ballet flats.* Pretty pink bows and all. Since gasoline-soaked shoes weren't enough, I doused the hem of my jeans for good measure as I screamed and flapped around.
*This admittedly helps justify my recent Revas purchase. That I ordered them one day before this happened is wholly irrelevant.
I'll admit there may have been times when I've desired to look like a certain Miss Spears, circa her 1999 Apex of Cute, but going barefoot in a Small Town, Texas gas station in 2009, down one pair of favorite shoes, isn't one of them. At all.
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Oh no! Horror. That's my nightmare every time I gas up. Very scary.
Oh dear!
Speaking of Tory...wanna send me a Gilt invitaion? Hopefully by this weekend I'll have confirmation of a job, and a pretty little signing bonus to spend.
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Oh no!! What a Friday afternoon!! I hope today goes much better for you!!
Oh no!! So sorry! You know how we Princesses value a favorite pair of shoes. But, just think, you'll have a new pair heading your way soon--and I'm sure this justifies another shoe purchase. After all, it is spring and one must have new spring shoes.
On the upside? At least you hadn't shaved your head nor attacked any of the nearby cars with umbrellas!
Oh my. What a day. Hope your weekend was better (and filled with more fun shoes).
LOL! Almost makes you want to pass a law taking us all back to the days of full serve!
How dreadful! Let's pretend you were fitting into the Austin is casual theme...
That is the worst!! Sorry to hear that, but the revas will definitely help!
Poor little shoes! I hope the revas are a good replacement and that you had a nice weekend trip!
The lovely state I grew up in is one of the few that still requires full serve and THAT'S WHY NJ DOESN'T SUCK EVERYONE! :) Look at it this way, at least you didn't drive out of the gas station with the nozzle still attached! I had a friend that did that (of course, this was the friend that was still perplexed over how the deer knew to cross at the "deer crossing" sign and I know we are both much smarter than that). Sorry you smelled like gasoline for the full drive and hope you didn't get near any open flames!
I think it is time for Miss Pretty to visit Cambodia for 2 VERY important reasons.
#1 You can have all your favorite shoes, especially ballet flats and sparkly sandels, copied at a store called "Beautiful Shoes" for $16 - made to measure.
#2 The most amazing clothes at the most ridiculously affordable prices are at Ambre, run by a French designer out of a gorgeous colonial mansion in Phnom Penh.
I have bought about 1X+++ dresses that I cannot even wear in casual Phnom Penh because they deserve a true Big City outing to show them off. My Ambre dresses alone are the best reason I know to move back to the developed world - they get so lonely in my closet.
Come write a "Miss Pretty Abroad" column!
Miss you lovely gal. And love your posts. You have a bit of a fan club in Cambodia you know. We have to get our dose of retail reality somewhere.
Oh no! I am so sorry that happened.
I hope you have a nice rest of the week!
I love this blog!!! Such a cute front picture - please share your creative secrets to a newcomer bloggie!! xoxo
ICK. I hope today is a better day!
Yikes! Here's to better days!!
P.S. Don't forget to enter my giveaway! :)
Worst! That my dear, is a bona fide reason if ever there was one, to buy yourself some new, beautiful shoes. Maybe two pairs, one to keep in the car for "emergencies". There, I said it, now make it so!
that is no fun. but glad to know i won't explode if i chat on the phone while pumping gas. i always tell my friends to wait 5 minutes so i dont' cause a huge fire to erupt. you are a brave one to test that!
When it rains, it pours, and apparently it pours petrol. Sorry, love. Just remember those 5 things (and more) that you're grateful for. You totally deserve a shopping spree and day at the spa, topped off with dinner lovingly prepared by AH when you get home.
Oh. Gah. My condolences. Nothing worse than reeking of gasoline AND having to sacrifice fave flats.
Good to know about not exploding when answering the cell at the pump...
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