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Peculiar Petrol

Posted on Wednesday 5th March 2008 at 00:00
On my way home from work I notice that the petrol light on my car's dashboard is lit, and so take a detour to the garage. The filling station of choice is the one attached to the big Tesco at Eastville, not least because it's usually cheaper than any other in the city.

As I approach the petrol station I find myself at the back of a queue of cars waiting to fill up, as is normal for this time in the afternoon. Between my stationary car and the forecourt is a partial wooden fence which I instinctively glance towards to see how busy the garage actually is.

To my surprise the forecourt is completely empty. Not a car or person to be seen on it anywhere, despite the queue that I'm still sat in. Eventually some of the people ahead of me abandon the line and I am able to pull forward until I'm just two or three cars away from the front of the wait, from where I have a good view of the situation in front of me.

This particular garage has two entrances and both of them have been blocked off by rows of orange traffic cones. Manning each set of cones is a member of the forecourt staff, patiently explaining to the cars in front what is happening.

I cannot hear what they are saying from where I sit, so imagine my continued confusion when, on some unknown signal, the employees suddenly remove the cones and begin letting cars in again.

As I stand next to my car a few minutes later, patiently watching the cost of oil killing my bank balance via the dial on the pump, I see one of the ladies who had been playing with the cones and consider asking her what was going on. Alas, I can't think of a way of asking without appearing vexed, and since the poor lass is already looking harassed, I leave it.

I still don't know what was going on, even now, and I'm pretty sure I've never seen the like before. If you've encountered similar behaviour at your local petrol station or have a theory as to what was going on, why not comment below?

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