When I was acourting, in 1947 I drove an Austin 7 Saloon, my wife to be, sat close to me in a cramped up space for two, we stopped for petrol one fine day, as the tank would empty soon, and I said to the attendant, "Fill her up please do".
The attendant said,"Half a gallon sir"? and I said,"No two", , "Does he think this is a cigarette lighter"? my fiancee quipped with glee! Well! I hadn't known her long and didn't know what to do,
I doubled up with laughter and nearly forgot the fee!
Ever since…
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Posted on March 12, 2009 at 12:24pm —
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Donna Allard
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