When there was embarrassment in the pipeline
More shame on the crowded petrol station forecourt as a simple matter of filling the tank with diesel became a public humiliation.
When we arrived at pump eight, the unleaded and the diesel hoses were intertwined.
“We’d better untangle them,” I said and passed my husband the unleaded nozzle as I released the diesel nozzle.
As we unravelled them there was a loud crackle as the forecourt loudspeaker sprang into life: “Would the gentleman at number eight please put his hose back in the holder,” instructed a very loud voice.
All eyes turned to pump eight where the gentleman in question was hastily shoving his hose back into its holder.