My Husband's Long Day
My husband went to the mechanic this morning for Round #2. I get a message many hours later, saying he is at the gas station stuck, after he put gas in the car. It did not occur to me that he actually meant that he put "gas" and not diesel in the truck. I thought he was telling me that he was done with the mechanic, went to the gas station, put fuel in the truck and the truck would not start back up. So, here is the story of my husband's 7 hour day....
He drove 40 minutes into David to the mechanic's shop. The mechanic was not there and after a phone call, it was determined that he was drunk, but said he would be there in awhile. So Rick went with our neighbor and proceeded to go to 4 stores to find all of the parts that they thought they might need. The mechanic was supposed to go with them, but since he was not there, they went ahead and guessed at what might be needed. It appears now that most of the parts are not the right ones....but I get ahead of myself.
After going to the 4 stores, they go back to the mechanic's shop and he is still not there. This is now two hours later. They call the mechanic and get no answer this time. So they decide to call it a day and go home, each in their own separate trucks. Rick decides to stop and get fuel on the way home. The place he normally stops has a fueling truck blocking his path, so he keeps going and turns into a different gas station.
He gets out of the truck and is immediately bombarded by a hitchhiker trying to get a ride. This is not a normal occurrence for us, I am sure it happens here alot, since many people do not have personal vehicles and rely on public transportation and rides from friends. Rick is trying to politely tell the stranger that he is not going to give the guy a ride, but the guy will not leave him alone. In the meantime, he grabs the green fueling handle and puts fuel in the truck. after 27 liters he realizes that he has just put gas in the diesel truck. In Panama, green handles are premium gas and blue handles are diesel. The hitchhiker is still talking to him as he realizes this, which does not help matters.
After paying for the gas, moving the truck out of the way and calling our neighbor, the plan is hatched. It turns out that our neighbor knew of someone that had something like this happen to them too. There was a mechanic close that could fix the problem, all they had to do was: