Tuesday, November 21, 2006 > Stupid Asians
Yesterday, Nicci and I really did live up to that stigmatic name some Australians call us. I apologize to all my fellow Asians here in Australia for reinforcing that name.
This had to do with an unstartable car, a van, 2 petrol stations, a 3-litre orange & mango juice bottle and 2 idiotic giggling girls that were on a mission to obtain petrol for the unstartable no-more-petrol-already car. The embarrassing events in chronological order:
In Uncle Mike’s van drove into Mobil , the first petrol station.
1. Squirted petrol all over us while trying to fill that orange and mango juice bottle. I got some in my eye and smelt like petrol the whole day (Hope I did smell attractive to some handsome aussie bloke that likes the smell of petrol. Hehehe....) Other than ourselves, we got petrol all over the petrol station floor as well. Everyone was staring while we were just laughing our heads off.
2. Got told by the petrol station attendant that we could not fill petrol into a bottle like that. Apparently we had to buy a tin because petrol erodes in plastic. Obviously that guy hasn't been to school before. But since we were already so embarrassed, we just left. But I did leave with the satisfaction that I got 50 cents worth of petrol for free!!! I am truly Chinese.
At Shell, the 2nd petrol station (the 3 litre orange and mango bottle was well hidden):
1. Dragged the petrol hose all the way to the other side of the van like a real idiot. Off all sides I had to choose the side in which was the opposite side from the petrol inlet on Uncle Mike’s van. Of course I didn’t intend to fill any petrol into the van in the beginning lah.. Only when I noticed “A minimum fill of 2 litres” notice did I realise that I had no choice. I only took 1.5 litres and the 3 litre orange and mango bottle was full to the brim. I don’t reckon the 50 cents worth of petrol from before was 1.5 litres. The stupid orange and mango bottle bluff wan.. Supposedly 3 litres.
2. Backed the van up and adjusted it so the petrol nozzle could reach. By this time, everyone was looking. Even the station attendant. So much for being discreet. At least the petrol hose could reach the petrol inlet this time round.
3. A 2nd visit from another petrol station attendant. Nothing was coming out of the stupid nozzle. The attendant had to come out and tell us that petrol can’t be pumped after the nozzle was put back in place twice. I tried to explain our situation and I only got a blank stare in return. But at least he didn’t seem to mind me using a 3 litre orange and mango bottle to contain the petrol. He did however, charge me 1 dollar more, but I had no more face to ask why and took comfort in the 50 cents petrol I got for free earlier. Hehehe...
Well, we undoubtedly left that place as soon as possible. Though we left smelling like petrol, sweat and embarrassment, we at least learned a few things about pumping petrol. And we did get that 3 litre orange and mango bottle filled!!! MISSION ACCOMPLISED!!
However, I am not sure whether the presence of orange and mango juice or Mobil + Shell petrol together contaminates the petrol, because the car still is not starting. Maybe this calls for another trip to those petrol stations???
