i am finding it harder and harder to fill my car up with petrol because the petrol pump trigger was designed for men. sometimes when its really cold i have to use to hands just to get it in

 

Just let your top blow up in the wind, works a treat

 

and while i am moaning, i couldn't get a simple bulb for my car from the petrol station because they don't sell them.

 

pmsl

you nutter

 

Sara,

Get some of these

 

You should never lose youtemper in public - it's not lady like

 

Man hands? She'd look a bit silly with hairy hands

 

match my feet anna


i have other thoughts on what to use them on

 

youtemper

 

go on ...... enlighten us

 

Oh but what fun hey.

In 25 years of driving I've not filled my car up once so I can't comment further.

 

dont you have any friends?

 

i missed an 'r'


and a space

 

saves on ink

 

Losing ones temper in public is the done thing these days, just look on Scoobynet

 

Why, would they encourage me to start doing menial tasks?

 

My biggest problem at filling stations is not gaining acess to a pump, because the women infront has parked the front of her car level with yhe pump....so the rear of her car blocks MY pump

.....why do women do that? The filler is at the rear of the car, logic dictates, its easier to pull forward so that the filler is level with the pump

Rant over, Sorry I just had to vent that...seeing there wimmins in this thread




Anyhoo, can't pull the trigger? Eh? :norty

Just wedge the filler cap in the trigger, sit back and wait for it to click-off when the tank is full

 

i fill my car up with friends, its cheaper

 

I am sure someone will be along shortly to help you

 

Can only get 3 in the front and I'm in the middle.

 

Stop posting the photo of you dressed as a tranny up on SN.. we get the message.. you'd rather be a bird

 

i darent do anything that tricky, i managed to melt the side of my greenhouse with the greenhouse parafin heater

i get really really peed off when i am waiting for a pump and the owner of the car comes out with their weeks shopping, that gets me

 

hmmmn, gearstick eh?

 

And why does the male of the species decide to talk about the football match the night before, when I am standing waiting to pay and go.

 

in real life his **** are on his head

 

Or when the builders have filled their ****-laden van up with diesel, and then they trudge their beer bellied, butt- crack showing carcass up to the hot pie counter... they take for bleddy ever to chose a cheesey poof

 

...and i have learnt not to carry paper money on my lap in in the car to pay for my petrol

 

 

 

and the thing that pi55es me off is when they refuse my card and i have put petrol in