I hate to buy gas. Plenty of bloggers are right there with me. I dislike stopping in the middle of my errands to put gas in the car. Annoying and time consuming, indeed. Several bloggers have commented on ignoring the gas gauge as the needle dips to the danger zone. A couple of bloggers have run out of gas completely. As a young bride in a brand new beetle bug, I did run out of gas and thought never again. Now I have a really fun sports car and its gas gauge beeps when the tank reaches that point that requires a trip to the gas station. I usually ignore the beep, drive home and tell Jack that my car needs gas. I know................ that sounds indulged, spoiled and whatever.
Sometimes Jack forgets my reminder. So I find myself at the gas pump when I am needing to be on the road, the freeway or on to the mall. The last time this happened, I filled my gas tank halfway and went merrily on my way. And there is the problem. Halfway does not make Jack happy! I filled it halfway because I was running late. Pumping gas takes time. Right? Jack was very upset with me. He told me if I ever just did that job halfway, I would be spanked. Really? I still do not know what the big deal was. But wait, there is more.
Now flash forward to just before Thanksgiving travel. I was with Jack when we stopped for gas in his car. He informed me that he was filling the tank halfway as the car would be at the car park for the next ten days while we traveled for Thanksgiving. Halfway, I replied. Really! So you can fill the gas tank halfway, but I must fill the tank completely in my car or get spanked. Why is that?
So right there at the gas station, Jack became all HoHy. He seldom is that way verbally. He gathered me in his arms and said he would do it his way and I would do it his way. If more directions and reasons were needed, we would be doing both the explaining and the directions up in our bedroom with the paddle. He said again that there was his way and only his way concerning this subject.
The ride home was very quiet and I uttered one too many sighs and sideways glances. Once home, he spanked me in the garage, me, bare bottomed and he, using his hand. Did he make himself understood? Yes, I said as I got things back in order covering my backside.
But not really! I still do not understand the double standard here. When I told Jack what this post was about, he puffed his chest and for just a minute, I thought I would be put over his knee.
What gives with the gas tank half full or to the brim? Actually I am a little weary about bringing it up again as Jack becomes visually HoHy when I do. Someone needs to help me here. Double standard and a garage spanking!! Help me understand!