{We Aren't in SK Anymore}

One thing that I felt uncomfortable with when we first moved to St. Kitts, was the fact that there are gas station attendants who are in charge of filling your tank. As in, you're not allowed to do it yourself. And you're not allowed to be on your cell phone either. One time when I received a call, the gas station attendant refused to pump my gas until I got off of the phone. She also gave me the stink eye. In addition to this, I have had friends randomly hang up on me for the same reason. Anyway, it took me a while to get used to not being able to pump my own gas, but eventually I loved it. And now that I'm back in Amurica, I have to pump my own gas and I hate it.

I had quite the ordeal at the gas station the other day, actually. I wanted to 'pay at the pump' and the little screen kept telling me to put in my zip code. So I thought, okay, I'll put in my Raleigh zip code. That's what it wants right? Nope. That didn't work. So then I figured that maybe it wants the zip code that my bank card is associated with...nope. That didn't work either. I must have looked ridiculous at pump 8 pushing a million buttons. Clearly, I have lost my touch. Eventually I just went into the store and prepaid. And you know what? That's just as annoying. Why? Because I don't know how much money will go into my car. And what if I don't pay enough? What if I go over? What if I give them $50 and then when I'm pumping, I accidently get to $ 50.01? Do I seriously have to go inside and give them that penny?

Did I mention that SK doesn't have zip codes? *sigh*

So that was the first {We Aren't in SK Anymore}. Here's the second:

I was at Walmart the other day, waiting in line at the Customer Service/Returns desk. (I was returning an iron and a mini ironing board, in case you were curious.) The line was fairly short. Maybe three or four people ahead of me, with only one Walmart employee working. The woman in front of me—who I later found out was in line to get a $1.00 price adjustment on who knows what—turns my way and says, "I cannot believe this! I have been in line for ten minutes. I have already flagged down a manager to see if we can get someone else to help with this line, but she said the other lady is on break and should be returning soon. I HATE WALMART!"

For anyone who lives or has lived in St. Kitts...doesn't this just make you laugh?!?! I spared this woman the details of the eight months I waited for my car parts to arrive on-island. Or that I had waited at the bank for two hours last year. Or that anytime I went to dinner, I was guaranteed at least an hour wait...for my water. Or that it was five months until the bag of frozen chicken breasts that I liked were back in stock.

It's all about perspective sometimes, isn't it?

Cheers! Hope you enjoyed my Tuesday night stories.