Not a Vegas story I know, but I thought I'd share a little part of my day with the the good folk of blonde.
I was walking back to my car this afternoon after a spot of shopping when i noticed that one of my rear tyres was quite deflated.
Thankfully it wasn't completely flat, more like a slow puncture so I thought I would blow it up at the nearest garage and let my old man deal with it when I got home.
Thing is, after almost twenty years of driving I'd never yet had to do this particular little task but, how hard could it be?
First job was to locate the air pump thingy on the garage forecourt.
I soon found it, but unfortunately it was about ten feet away from the open doors of a shipping container that was sheltering half a dozen men in hi vis jackets, who were supposed to be washing cars but due to a lack of customers and presumabley a radio or newspaper, all decided to stare at me like someone blowing tyres up was the most interesting thing to happen all day.
Trying to ignore them I set about the task, but failed at the first hurdle as the machine needed 50p I didn't have. After a quick trip into the garage for change I came back and proceeded to read the instructions (Manufacturers recommended psi?! I just dialled it up a bit and hoped for the best) put my money in, pulled out the pipe and purposefully walked round to the flat tyre.
Well I tried, because I got just over halfway when I ran out of pipe and it was yanked out of my hand.
My audience began to mumble between themselves at this point, I don't know the Romainian for 'check out this stupid woman' but I'm guessing that was the gist.
I quickly jumped into the car and did the worlds fastest three point turn, aware that I had already wasted half of the four minutes of air allotted and I'd only got one fifty pence, got back out still managing not to make eye contact with any of what now seemed twice as many smirking men, screwed off the little cap in record time, jammed the nozzle onto the valve and triumphantly pressed the handle.
It was only when the jet of water squirted me in the eye that I realised I'd had the wrong hose all along.
I can still hear the laughter.