Thanksgiving at a Gas Station

We were on our way to my family’s Thanksgiving feast when I pulled off to buy some gasoline. I was filling up the car, and I thought the pump was off when I pulled it out of my gas tank only to be sprayed head to toe with gas. My beautiful clothes: Ann Taylor cashmere turtleneck, Bebe jeans, Kenneth Cole python ankle boots and my Nicole Miller grey suede trench coat were all soaked with petrochemical fuel.

And when I went into the station crying, the attendant just laughed at me.

I would recommend that you don’t buy your gas at the Houghton Shell station in Kirkland unless absolutely necessary. And I hope that attendant gets replaced by a robot in short order.

Anyone know the best dry cleaner in the greater Seattle metro area? I’m going to need his or her number.