Okay, waking up to the smell of burning plastic was bad. Living with it all day was worse. But the worst was when I mistakenly tried to put the Diesel nozzle in my gas tank (“Why won’t this FIT?!?!?”) and then after I realized it was already too late because I had stinky, gassy, truck driver hands for the rest of the afternoon (before I could get to a sink).

All I would have needed would have been some cigar smoke and heavy perfume and I’d be all set for a migraine.

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