[DFRESH]

So, my in-laws and I were just reminising about some great moments in the past about my wife Cassie and her lack of knowledge realted to anything automotive.

True Story

I was taking Cassie home to meet my folks for the first time. We were driving from college in So Cal to my folks place in Nor Cal. We stop about half way there at a gas station in ButtonWillow to fill up. To my surprise, she says to me, "I"ll pump the gas this time, why don't you go inside and get something to drink?" This confirmed my suspicions that she was indeed the right woman for me. Then she asks me the following question "Do you want the old gas, or the new gas". I'm half way across the island now and stop and look back--"What?" I ask. "Do you want the old gas, or the new gas"? she replies. Guess I did hear it right the first time. Still puzzled, I start to walk back towards the car. "What do you mean, old gas or new gas?" I ask. "Oh, I'm sorry, I mean what year of gas do you want me to put in--87, 89 or 91?". I am awaiting her to at least smirk when she asks me this. There wasn't one--she was dead serious. My reply; "You know what Cassie, I really prefer the vintage fuel myself, hard to believe it's cheaper I know, but that's just the way gas works". The guy on the other side of us that I can see between the pumps, starts to get the giggles ---she looks at him and back at me--I start laughing---she says "What?"

To this day, 14 years later, we still do the same gig everytime we pull into the station--you want new gas or old babe?

This story, however was challenged later that evening when she came out to the garage with me to see my beloved 69 Camaro for the first time. And what do you think she said? "Ohhhhhhh Doug, I just love mustangs!". My dad puts his arm around me and says this out loud "It's to late to drive all the way back to So Cal now Doug, just leave with her first thing in the morning".

I hear this story every Thanksgiving from my folks.