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.
Comments: Our rules
We want our comments to be a lively and valuable part of our community - a place where readers can debate and engage with the most important local issues. The ability to comment on our stories is a privilege, not a right, however, and that privilege may be withdrawn if it is abused or misused.
Please report any comments that break our rules.
Read the rules here