As in: WHHHHHYYY MEEEE, God? Why must there be 150 million other people at this Wawa, and nobody seems to want to make room for our trailer?! And if we manage to score a spot at one of these pumps, how in the hell are we going to make it out of here without hitting another car/person/that giant pole?
I should explain a little. On our way home from our maiden voyage to Lancaster, we had to make a pit stop at Wawa to fill up on gas. We specifically chose to go there because it has a pretty large gas station area, so hopefully there would be enough room for us to make it in and out without many problems. We were able to pull straight into a spot at one of the pumps, but while the car was perfectly lined up, the trailer was sticking out awkwardly to the right. For the life of me I can't understand why the trailer won't follow the same direction/arc that the car does, but I have a lot to learn, I guess. Science (?) was never my best subject.
Anywho, Steve hopped out to run to the restroom while I stayed by the car to watch the pump (there's a role reversal if I ever saw one), and I could've sworn the man on the opposite pump was staring daggers at me. I could just hear him thinking, Damn kids, don't even know how to drive your giant trailer properly. You don't deserve to have one if you can't park it right! Maybe it was just my extreme paranoia kicking in. By the time Steve returned and we had finished filling up, I was sure everyone in that parking lot was giving us the side-eye.
And that wasn't the worst part! Because someone had just snatched away the spot in front of us, we couldn't just pull right out. We had to back out. Cue me whining, "NOOOOOOOOO!" Steve has no time for whiners so he told me to hop out and direct traffic. I did so, but not very well. I kept telling him to "stop" as soon as I saw a car coming toward us or backing out. I didn't want to inconvenience anyone. But of course, since it's Wawa, there's always someone coming or going, and usually a million of them at the same time. And thanks to the crooked angle of the trailer, we were dangerously close to making contact with a pole.
|Now you see why getting gas with this thing is such a treat?|
Luckily, there was a guardian angel smiling on me, because this wonderful lady came out of nowhere and said to Steve, "Would you like me to direct traffic?" And she literally did. Maybe she's a crossing guard in real life, because she had that forceful "put hand up" move down. I felt a little sheepish when I got back in the car, and then Steve voiced what I was thinking: "You really need to be more assertive."
He's right, of course. I shouldn't be so embarrassed that we're towing a trailer, or be afraid to ask for people to help us out a little. It's just very hard for me to imagine putting myself out in the middle of a maze of angry and/or impatient drivers and telling them, "NO, you have to stop so we can get out first."
Damn...I really should've just hired that lady to take on that role for us...