¡ǝɔunp ɐ ʇɐɥM

Today, whilst my mind was totes engaged on Higher Things, I put £65-worth of unleaded fuel in to my car.

My car is a diesel.

So not only am I down £65 on the cost of the unleaded fuel, I’m down a similar amount (being the cost of filling up with diesel), and I’m down £125 (being the cost of the mechanic who drained the tank for me).

This was a fucking brilliant day, obv.

Now the thing is, I know where my mind was, during the ‘misfuelling’ (as I have been informed this type of cockup is now called).

My mind was thinking about someone.

So what I need to do, obv, is to try and train my mind to stop thinking about someone (or in fact something, and/or anything).

I think I have two chances of this happening.

Fat and ‘no’.


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5 Responses to ¡ǝɔunp ɐ ʇɐɥM

  1. Dave says:

    I hired a 3.5 tonne lorry once and did the same thing. Except I did it the other way round and put diesel in an unleaded vehicle. That’s the bad way round. And I didn’t know until I’d driven it for a few hundred yards. In Leeds.

    That was an interesting conversation with the hiring company!

    Seven hours it took to strip everything out and put it back together. Luckily commercial repairers work all night. I left at 1 a.m. for my three hour drive back to London!

  2. Masher says:

    Clever title.

    Yep, I’ve done that before – didn’t fill the tank, but realised far too late and had to have it drained at great cost.
    I’m now almost paranoid at the pumps and find myself checking and double checking and triple checking which pump I have in my hand as I fill up.

    Oh… and that’s what thinking about women will do to you.

  3. Hey Bren you spaz, I have to say, that if there is a ‘good way’ of misfuelling your car, you did it. Diesel cars will run on all kinds of shit, but if you had put diesel into an petrol engine … BOOM!

    It’s still well annoying though. Stop thinking through your pants at petrol stations!

  4. BUlldog says:

    As an urbane European, I’m sure that you know diesel is “gasolio” in Italy and you also know that the filler cap on my American car says “Unleaded Gasoline Only.” The likely confusion for a rural Italian attendant is pretty obvious. Luckily, I was able to stop the attendant in time. The next day, a new label was attached: “SOLO BENZINA – SENZA PIOMBO.”