My post title should refer to John McCain and the candidate’s campaign suspending. But, I still haven’t processed the inner meeting of that tactic.

Tactic it must be, ‘cuz I’m just not feeling sincerity from that man.

Nope, the title is related to my mundane existence. With a headache, possibly of the migraine variety, I took off out of work, and I headed home. When I got there, I realized M. was not home, and a quick call verified he had jogged on toward the work place from which I had just rolled away. Back in my car I got and found him in the mean streets of MP to go find food for dinner.

Since my head was throbbing, I tossed him the keys and rode along. He first headed to the gas station to fill up the tank above the fumes currently powering it.

My car it was, so pumping I did. I washed the very pollen and dust-coated glass of the windshield, while he got a refreshing beverage inside. Normal, boring, uneventful, and my head throbbed along. Finishing my squeegee action on the glass, I slouched back into the passenger seat, and M. drove away.

Did you know those hoses on gas pumps detach when you yank on them by driving away with the nozzle still penetrating your car?

A kid in the gas station shouted after us as we got into position to pull out into traffic. M. didn’t know what was happening, until I jumped out of the car and pulled out the nozzle and held it up to him. We were a good 6 to 12 feet from the pump.

I learned that not only does the hose detach itself, but they ask for you to come inside to provide your name, address and phone number just in case you jammed it all up and they need a check for repairs. It’s wonderful that even at this age I can still learn.

My two regrets: We didn’t take a picture, especially sad since we were at an intersection of a busy street during commute time, and a whole lot of folks seemed to be enjoying our show. The second is with a pounding headache, I didn’t let loose the laughter my stupid stunt deserved. M. did.