The Stupid Zone

After rafting yesterday (which by the way was one of the most fun things I've ever done in my life) I stopped by a gas station to fill up with gas and get something to drink. It was like the Bermuda Triangle of stupid people. On each island there were two pumps that could be used on either side. Thankfully as I pulled up folks had pulled into fill up in such a way that only the four cars there were able to fill up. As it finally cleared up so I could pull forward and pump my gas at the tank across the way I thought I fight was about to start up between two customers because of how the fellow had pulled in. I was grateful to get my beverage purchased and to pull out of there.

Just outside of the station I had to wait at a light to turn left. I guy pulled up on my right and was trying to say something to me and gesturing. I couldn't understand at all what he was trying to say. The light changed and I chalked it up to the other driver having been influenced by "the stupid zone" next to us at the gas station. About fifteen to twenty miles down the freeway I noticed something strange in my side view mirror. I did a double take and realized my gas cap was hanging from the side because I had forgotten to screw it back on. It was then that I realized that I too had been sucked in by "the stupid zone." I'm pretty sure that I pulled away from the pump without replacing the nozzle in the pump. Doh!