Dear good folks at Portsmouth Shell Station,

Do you have those days when everything seems to be harder than it needs to be? Simple tasks require so much effort! For me, this usually happens after a few days of sleep deprivation. Well, last Friday was one of those days. Something happened in your institution, which has been bothering me. It's time to take it out of my chest.

I will tell you what happened, but first please allow me to set the stage. (AKA trying to defend my actions) Last week was very busy (in a good way!) We had Luke Bryan tickets on Monday and Wednesday, and we had a concert at Bernie's Beach Bar on Thursday, and we had a concert with Tyler WOKQ Sessions Braden was at the station on Friday. Your girl hasn't slept well, it's all up to me. I struggle with this every summer. When I should hit hay, it is still very light, I just want to stay outside and play!

In any case, the air conditioner in my car hasn't worked, and I don't have time to bring it to the store, so I have been driving my husband's car all week (he still works from home). As a thank you, I think I will do a good wife's thing on Friday and fill his gas tank! I parked my car at your good spot, Shell Station on Highway 1 in Portsmouth. When I got off the car, I found the fuel tank on the other side of the car. I guided my best Homer Simpson and exclaimed "DOH!" The other pumping workers noticed the stupidity of this moment, and I wanted to shout "This is my husband's car!" But then I thought, "No one cares. Kira. Don't make it weird."

I got into my car and parked it on another fuel pump, this time the fuel tank was on the right side. I pulled out the nozzle and tried to insert it into the hole. My 12-year-old brain wants to call it "stomata", but I know this is incorrect. The nozzle does not fit the hole and I am really struggling. I thought to myself: "Bah! It is not easy for them to refuel the Jeep!" A colleague of pump workers looked at me for a few minutes, and finally shouted at the other side: "That pump is only for diesel engines!" I looked at the pump, and sure enough, The word "DIESEL" is printed as clear as day, not only that, the color of the pump is also completely different. I laughed and wanted to die inside, and then shouted: "Oh, man, thank you! That would be very bad!". He glanced at me and said, "Yes, crazy woman. I don't know how you get dressed in the morning." I deserve it. I finally drove away and tried again at another gas station on my way to success. I am too ashamed to stay.

I am sorry for those stupid innocent souls who have to witness me. I am sorry that I drove away after the whole ordeal and did not give you my business. I plan to fill up my gas tank at your gas station from now on. Once again, I apologize for my behavior and hope to contact you as soon as possible.

PS: Shouting to the guy who told me I was going to put Diesel in my husband's jeep. If I have one, I don't think he will let me borrow his car again. You are a hero.