At the petrol filling facility

Today I had to do something I hadn’t done in a very long time. Since we moved from Sweden 14 years ago, I don’t think I have done it even once per year. I knew already last night that I had to do it today and I admit, I did lose sleep over it, thinking how it would go today. I’m talking about filling the car at the gas station. In all the countries we have lived in these past 14 years, the gas stations have had staff who does everything for you. Except in Sweden of course, but there somehow, my male relatives have taken pity on me and helped me out. Now I was on my own as my husband is in Tasmania on a business trip and I cannot wait for him to come back – which I would normally do. Or take his car instead. But as we only have one car at the moment, this was not an option. 

Turned out I had worried in vain. Apart from my hands getting a faint smell of gasoline, everything went fine. As I stood in line to pay at the cashier, a man was trying to make conversation. ”You came in the eiheyfoartyfeive?” he said. I still need to get used to the Australian accent so I didn’t understand what he was talking about. ”The eiheyfoartyfeive” he repeated. ”Excuse me?” I said. ”Your caaaar, I sawr you come in the eiheyfoartyfeive” he clarified. ”It’s not my car, it’s a rental” I replied. ”But it’s the eiheyfoartyfeive” he insisted. You’ve got to compliment the man for his perseverance. He was really trying his best to keep the conversation going. ”I don’t know. It’s a silver grey car” I said and left. When I came out to the car I saw it, the model of the car is called i45. So THAT was what he was trying to talk to me about! 

Conclusion of my trip to the gas station: I know how to fill gas in the car and I do not know what brand or model of car I’m driving at the moment. It’s a silver grey car. That’s all I need to know.