Lobster With no Gas

What do you call a walking lobster? That would be me. At least that's what I was told today. You would have thought these people have never seen a little sun burn before! I mean honestly, yes I'm red, and yes I'm regretting the lack of lotion thing (happy maggie?), but is the teasing really needed? I'm red. I hurt alot. A lot- lotion and aloe are faulous but it's so cold on my skin! Getting dressed is the worst-it's rubbing a cactus all over you. OK so enough about my pain, heres the best part of my day:
"Sara, I have to stop and get gas do you want to do it?" "YES!"
Who knew that Sara pumping gas was a 15 minute extravganza?? Certainly not me. First of all her hair is blowing all over the place so she can't see the gas cap. Once she makes me get out of the car to undo it because she failed miserably, she starts to wave the speedpass all over the pump. OK at least she got it to light up. She takes the pumper thing and is pressing the handle for a good two minutes when she realizes that nothing is coming out because she didn't flip the lever on the pump. Good lord. So once we're actually pumping the gas she starts to yell at me because she thinks that the gas will overflow out of the car. Yea. Finally, after some issues putting the cap back on the car we were good. 15 minutes. Good lord. Gotta love her.