Our very first road trip together was a trip to San Antonio. It was a very relaxing trip. We left on a Sunday and were able to take our time getting to San Antonio, stopping along the way in Austin for some shopping and sight-seeing.
One of the highlights of the trip was when we stopped at Manuel's in downtown Austin. If you've never had the pleasure of eating at this establishment you should make it a point to do so the next time you're in Austin. They have some amazing seafood (try the ceviche!) along with a cucumber-lime martini that is to die for.
However, as great as this trip was, it will always be known to us by something that happened in the first five minutes of the trip. I'm not kidding when I say that we were less than a quarter-mile from home. We stopped to get gas at the Green Spot. It's a little hippie gas station down the street that sells homemade butter and flax seed bars and rhubarb soda in a bottle. You know...your typical 7-11.
As I was filling up the car with gas Hayley ran inside to get a few things (probably some of her crazy flax seed bars). When she came back out she stopped by the side of the car to give me my "thanks for putting gas in the car" smooch...pretty standard, right? Not really. The smooch apparently turned into something of a sight. In mid-smooch an older gentleman with white hair steps out of the store and from 50 feet away shouts, "HEY! DON'T Y'ALL KNOW...THERE'S NO LOVE-MAKIN' AT THE GAS STATION!" It didn't end there. Before I was able to get in the car, confused and laughing about the whole situation, he was able to repeat his call to ethics three more times. It was quite a sight to the innocent bystanders.
So to all the ladies out there, beware the next time that you give your hard-workin' man some lovin' while he is pumping gas. And always remember, there is no love-makin' at the gas station!
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