M
mrhtbd
Guest
Thursday evening, stopped to get gas.
There was a car on the other side of the pump next to me.
There was the father, mother, and a preteen daughter.
I finished getting my gas and got into my car.
I noticed they has the gas nozzle still in the side of their car but no-one was attending it.
The man came out of the store and got in his car.
Part of me went into overdrive, as I could see what could potentially happen.
It was too late to jump out of my car, as they were starting to pull away.
It would have been futile to get away fast enough, as if that pump went up my car would've been blown across the parking lot, and even so, I'd have been even luckier to have survived.
Only one thing to do, immediately alert the driver.
I beeped my horn, long, attention-grabbing beeps, in a warning
sense to get his attention.
I yelled out of my window at the same time.
Luckily, he stopped after moving about half a foot, and got out of his car.
I pointed to the gas nozzle still in the side of his car.
His wife got out as well. The kid was eating something in the back seat.
He said thank-you and then to the wife, I thought you were going to get that. He thanked again.
It could have been nothing other than a broken hose, but, given the fuel still in the hose, whether it would continue to flow or not, combined with his engine running, could have easily ignited the fuel, and possibly caused an explosion.
As you may know, when fuel gets in the open air, and combined with a spark, could easily started a chain reaction leading to an exlosion.
This would have blown all three of us away, or, at the least caused severe burns.
Also, depending on the explosion, could have easily burned, injured, or killed the people inside the convenience store, as there was only one entrance, and the storefront was wide and narrow in depth.
Quick thinking, and a will and desire to live, put me into action.
What can happen, would happen through a chain of events possibly leading to the worst-case-scenario.
Could've been nothing, or could've ruined my children's lives, not to mention my own, and the three people in their car.
I realized that no matter how depressed I've been in the past year and a half, there was a part of me that wants to live, that I have unfinished business, and that maybe I should get on with it.
Today, it's the new sink in the kitchen.
There was a car on the other side of the pump next to me.
There was the father, mother, and a preteen daughter.
I finished getting my gas and got into my car.
I noticed they has the gas nozzle still in the side of their car but no-one was attending it.
The man came out of the store and got in his car.
Part of me went into overdrive, as I could see what could potentially happen.
It was too late to jump out of my car, as they were starting to pull away.
It would have been futile to get away fast enough, as if that pump went up my car would've been blown across the parking lot, and even so, I'd have been even luckier to have survived.
Only one thing to do, immediately alert the driver.
I beeped my horn, long, attention-grabbing beeps, in a warning
sense to get his attention.
I yelled out of my window at the same time.
Luckily, he stopped after moving about half a foot, and got out of his car.
I pointed to the gas nozzle still in the side of his car.
His wife got out as well. The kid was eating something in the back seat.
He said thank-you and then to the wife, I thought you were going to get that. He thanked again.
It could have been nothing other than a broken hose, but, given the fuel still in the hose, whether it would continue to flow or not, combined with his engine running, could have easily ignited the fuel, and possibly caused an explosion.
As you may know, when fuel gets in the open air, and combined with a spark, could easily started a chain reaction leading to an exlosion.
This would have blown all three of us away, or, at the least caused severe burns.
Also, depending on the explosion, could have easily burned, injured, or killed the people inside the convenience store, as there was only one entrance, and the storefront was wide and narrow in depth.
Quick thinking, and a will and desire to live, put me into action.
What can happen, would happen through a chain of events possibly leading to the worst-case-scenario.
Could've been nothing, or could've ruined my children's lives, not to mention my own, and the three people in their car.
I realized that no matter how depressed I've been in the past year and a half, there was a part of me that wants to live, that I have unfinished business, and that maybe I should get on with it.
Today, it's the new sink in the kitchen.
