St. Bob has long been known for ingenuity. But now he’s done something I’ve never even considered: He dragged the gas nozzle around to the other side of the car:
You and I both
know there’s a little triangle near the gas gauge on your dashboard that points
to the side your gas tank is on. (If you did not already know this, you’re
welcome.) And this is great to have if
you’re renting a car, but usually you know if your own car is a righty or a
until now, it never occurred to me that it
doesn’t matter. Those hoses are long enough to reach all the way around,
exactly as you see above. So, instead of waiting for a slot to open that
accommodates your gas tank’s side, you can just pull into any empty spot and
drag the hose where you need it. No more long lines! What a time saver!
But St. Bob
never performs a miracle without a parting line. This time, when he got back in
the car and I commented on how clever he was, he shrugged and said, “I’m
ambigastreous.” Somehow I just don’t
think it works as an adjective you’d like to be labeled.
ambi-books-treous? If you want to read more than one book at a time I have
dozens for you to choose from, right on my website.