Since laughter is the best medicine, I have decided to revive an old segment here at Olive Plants: That's So Dawn. If you're new here, TSD posts are ones in which I have a good laugh at myself. I hope you will, too.
Today while Ben and Brian were at a yearbook staff meeting (yes, homeschoolers have those), I decided to run some errands. Because my low gas warning had dinged on the way to the meeting, the gas pump was one of my stops. It reminded me of a classic TSD moment....
About 7 years ago I was travelling through Alabama to Tennessee to visit my parents. It was just me and my two little boys. I pulled over for gas, and for the first time in my gas-pumping experience, I was asked to enter the zip code.
A pang of anxiety hit me as I had no clue what the zip code was for Jasper, Alabama. I stood there and stared at the screen like a deer in headlights for what had to be 3 or 4 v-e-r-y---l-o-n-g minutes.
What to do? What to do?
Finally, I had the good sense to go ask the attendant.
Me: Um, excuse me. What is the zip code here.
Me: Thank you!
Back at the pump I punched in 3-5-5-0-3.
I couldn't understand why the attendant had given me the wrong zip code. I mean, what was his problem? Didn't he even know his own zip code?
Me: Excuse me. That zip code didn't work.
Attendant: Um, what?
Me: The zip code. The zip code you gave me didn't work. It says, "invalid entry."
Attendant: Um, ma'am, that's not asking for the zip code here. It wants YOUR zip code. It's a security measure.
Me: *air-headed giggle* Oh, thank you.
If I lose my hair to methotrexate, I'm gonna buy a blonde wig. It seems blonde should be my color.
Laughing at myself,