I was reminded this week of an interesting little factoid. It's something I've known for years, but it had somehow slipped my steel trap of a mind. I'm gassing up my grandmother-in-law's car for her, as she panics when the guage gets below about 7/8ths of a tank. There I am, whipping into the only open pump, making sure nobody beats me to it.
I get out and realize the tank is on the other side. Idiot! I then spend more than a couple of minutes having to turn her barge around on this tiny little parking lot, to get the appropriate side of the car towards the pump.
I'm sure everybody knows, unless you're driving my dad's '78 Plymouth Volare, there's a little arrow on your gas guage. I'm sure everybody also knows it points to which side of the car the gas tank is on. Of course, everybody knows that. Right? I know that, I had just forgotten.
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