My night out with Tom

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Went out with Tom last night, I drove (as usual) and we stopped at the gas station. Tom paid the guy up front and then went into the little store for a lottery ticket. I'm sitting there and heard the pump kick off and was just watching other stuff around me wondering why he was taking so long. A car pulled up along side of me and other cars pulled in behind me and couldn't get past me to get to the empty pump because of the car next to me. So, I decided to move up so they could get to the pump. What I failed to notice was that the nozzle was still in the car. I pulled it out of the pump!! What ensued was a shout fest between Tom and the attendant who was demanding $90 from Tom and Tom was saying he was going to call the police interspersed with Tom yelling at me asking me what the hell happened. If I knew what happened, it probably wouldn't have happened, ya know? Their arguing got more heated and all I wanted to do was go back home (I mean, I had only gone four blocks), crawl into bed and hide from the world because a small crowd had gathered by this time. The attendant wouldn't let Tom call the police and Tom wouldn't give him $90, so I called his mother who told ME to call the police - which I did. A state trooper (off duty?) showed up, checked out the pump and then came to ask me what happened. In the meantime, the attendant had told us to get out and leave and was upset that the police showed up. I told the trooper what was going on, that the guy wanted $90 and didn't want us to call the police (he immediately said, regarding the demand for money, "that's not going to happen") and took my license and Tom's insurance card. The attendant came rushing over to say that we needed to leave, everything was OK. That's when we heard sirens (oh, joy). The trooper starts hollering, "There's no gas spillage! There's no gas spillage!" I turn to see a Gloucester cop who just got there headed over to the pumps. Then the fire truck pulls up. My desire to go home and hide returns at this point, and I wait for the inevitable attack by Tom about how I could be so stupid to do something that stupid (mind you, it's not like I'm not already doing that to myself). Eventually, the fire truck leaves, I put my license away, Tom puts his insurance car away, I get into the car and just start driving, feeling very, almost, drugged; like this was just a dream, it didn't really happen, did it? Still wanting to just disappear somewhere, anywhere. Then Tom reminds me what will happen if his brother finds out (a single-souled National Broadcasting Network), so I call his mother again and plead with her to not let Joe know. She promises to not say a word to him because she knows just how he is and just who he'd tell. We continue on to our dinner destination and actually do enjoy our meal. I'm still pretty would up by things, feeling not at all humored by any of it, feeling the need to talk to someone, so I text my kids. Then, we go to Starbucks in Haddonfield for coffee and I texted my cousin Wayne about it in detail. Who shows up at Starbucks but my "stalker", Tom's brother Joe, who hurried on over when he learned that's where we were, so I took off out the door and got back in Tom's car while he and Tom were in the coffee house. Of course, they followed me to the car and the relaxation I was finally feeling was gone. When I got home, Wayne called to make sure I hadn't been arrested (he was concerned since I'd never texted him before). Oh, yeah. I had such a fun night. Woohoo!! Today I get to go get MY car from the old house we moved from and take it for inspection (hopefully without getting pulled over for expired inspection) once Tom's dad gets here to put in our door screens. He'll take me back with him. He's been charging my battery and will put air in my tire so I can drive the darned thing out of the yard. I haven't driven it since November! So, yeah, that was my evening - how was yours??