I appreciate the sentiment, I think.

I found some cheapish gas this afternoon and decided to fill up the car as its tank was down near empty. Perfectly normal, right? Not quite.

The whole time I was filling up, a man stood staring at me and making the sign of the cross. Over, and over, and over. He was smiling. I'm not sure if he was blessing me or warding me off.

(God save us from women drivers!)

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Happy birthday fiddle_grrl!