10 on 7, please.

So, the other day, after class I needed to get gas; so I stopped at the Texaco on Harford Road. I only had cash on me, so I had to go up to the window and pay. It's one of those gas stations that only has the hut, not a full store. In order to pay, someone (who is extremely bright I'm guessing), invented a device in which the cashier pushes a drawer out, you put your money in, and they take the drawer back, with your money in it. Well, as I was walking up to the window, I must have not seen a step that is right in front and tripped. I reached out to grab something, anything, to catch my fall and the guy was trying to pull back the drawer so I wouldn't hit it; but it was too late, I already grabbed onto the drawer at the same time he got it to pull back. Next thing I know, my hand is stuck in the drawer. The guy just kept saying, "Oh my God, oh my God..." and then I just yelled "MY HAND IS STUCK!" He looked down and freaked out a little and then pushed the drawer open. I threw my money in and said,"Can I have 10 on 7, please? Thank you." and slammed the drawer back towards him. I started laughing while I was walking away and the guy just stared at me. I mean, I must have looked pretty ridiculous to the 10 people pumping gas at that very second. Then, I realized my hand hurt really bad and was bleeding so I started crying, while I was laughing. I didn't know what to do. So I called Pat, because I knew he would make me laugh, and in the middle of telling my story I started crying again because my hand still hurt really bad and was still bleeding.

The only thing I was grateful for was the fact that I only got $10 in gas because that meant me standing there at the pump, crying/laughing for a less amount of time than I usually would.

Moral of Story: Watch your step, even when it doesn't say to.