Me, My Cellphone And A Gas Station

It’s been a surprisingly warm day early February when I realized I needed gas. My car was gasping for fuel, and I stopped at the gas station, doing what I always do. Stuffing my cell phone into my pocket, getting out of the car and getting ready to pump gas.

I got a bit of water and that really ugly ragged thing that’s parked at gas stations for people to clean their windshields and ran around my car to make sure I would have a clear vision as soon as I was back in my car. And I tried to be careful since that day we had important guests at the office, and I was dressed in a business suit and high heels.

That moment I realized two senior women leaning on a car two gas pumps further away, whispering and provocatively looking at me. There was no doubt; they were talking about me.

I knew I was looking quite decent, my car wasn’t as dirty as it normally is and I was doing good, so what was there to whisper about?

That moment my phone rang. I was waiting for a call and pulled my cell out of my pocket to answer the call.

While I started talking, smiling, talking some more, the gas pump ‘told me’ my tank was full. I removed the nozzle from my car, closed everything up and finished when the two ladies ran over to me, screaming and crying, their hair standing up.

My call was only short, and I smiled, said goodbye and hung up. Then I turned to the ladies. “Don’t you think it would be appropriate to keep your volume down when you see other people being on the phone? They were breathless in shock and pointed to that famous sign on the pillar next to the gas pump:

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“How DARE you?” one of the ladies panted, only to burst out into visible indignation when I had a laughing fit. After recovering halfway, I finally managed to ask the ladies: “You aren’t dumb enough to still believe that fairy tale, are you?”

They could barely believe what they heard, and I finally told them: “I’m sorry, ladies. I don’t have time for the long version. But believe me: That’s crap. It’s a myth, and nobody knows where it came from. No smoking while pumping gas makes sense. But not using a cell phone? It’s a myth. I wish you a wonderful day.”

Then I took off.

And really, it IS a myth.

I’ve done my research. Years ago already the “Mythbusters” have proven that cell phones cannot produce sparks strong enough to cause a fire, not even if one was holding a cell phone right into the gas vapor.

AMTA, the Australian Mobile Telecommunications Association, launched a study by the Oklahoma EMC Center about this subject. The study was sponsored by the London Institue of Petroleum which published the results at a seminar:

 

(Source: http://www.amta.org.au/articles/amta/Cellphones.do.not.cause.petrol.station.fires)

 

There was another study, carried out between 1994 and 2005 at gas stations around the world which confirmed the myth:

(Source: https://www.scienceabc.com/humans/can-using-a-cellphone-at-a-gas-station-petrol-pump-cause-an-explosion.html)

 

Many more studies around the world show the same result:

(Source: http://www.nydailynews.com/autos/cell-phones-don-pump-fires-experts-article-1.1123228)

 

But make no mistake! Using cell phones on gas stations is NOT completely harmless!

Further studies and expertise have clearly stated, it’s most likely the static electricity that’s the danger!

It’s not the cellphone, but static sparks created when drivers rub themselves on the car that cause most of these fires. A lot of times, the drivers talk on their phones when the spark happens, so it just looks as if the cellphone is the cause of the fire, when it’s actually irrelevant.
When you’re moving in and out of your car, you’re generating static electricity. If you feel a spark, that’s usually between 10 and 20,000 volts of static electricity—and that’s plenty strong enough to make gas fume. (Source: http://www.slate.com/blogs/business_insider/2014/10/03/cellphones_at_gas_stations_mythbusters_debunk_one_of_the_biggest_myths_in.html)

And now you might ask: What in the world does that have to do with writing? And I’ll reply: The call I got was from my new copyright lawyer. 😀

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To Each One Of My Friends – Valentine’s Day 2018

Dear Friends,

This is a special Day for each of our hearts. In my heart I carry my friends. The ones who love me unconditionally, the way I am. The ones who stick with me, always! The ones who encourage me and support me. Each one of my friends does have a special spot in my heart.

Thank you for making this world and life a wonderful adventure.

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Rudeness

Today started with a lot more traffic than usually. I still have no idea how it comes that I have been held up by traffic jam all over the place. It already began when I left home to go to work. Instead of the regular 35 minutes, it took me almost 50 minutes to get to the office.

However, I accepted that, started my work, knowing I had to leave the office early enough to drive across the city and meet the legal Department at the other building.

Unfortunately another traffic jam came up and even trying to hurry up I was still unable to avoid being late. I hate being late. I consider this impolite towards the people I meet. And I don’t want to treat people like they don’t matter.

From the parking lot I ran to the entrance and arrived precisely at 10.03 am, with a three minutes delay.

One of the receptionists welcomed me, the other one listened. We introduced each other and I told them who I have a meeting with and that I’m already running late. One of the receptionists got on the phone – and I expected she would inform the legal department about my arrival – but far off! She had something different to do and I was waiting… finally the young paralegal showed up and… told me off for being 15 minutes late – which was kind of funny since she arrived at the lobby at 10.10 am.

Then she told me, that they never wait for longer than 10 minutes and they can’t see me anymore that day, even though we had planned half an hour for this introduction…

Then she got up, turned around and left, sending me out as I was a little girl who just had performed one of the seven mortal sins. I felt like I was kicked into my face.

On my way out I was that pissed I hyperventilated.

By the time I arrived back in my office I told it to one of my colleagues and then decided to send an email to the Manager of the Legal Department, telling him how things went, apologizing for the massive delay of three minutes and telling him that for the last 20 years I haven’t been treated as despicably and condescendingly as they treated me today.

So far I didn’t get anything back.

However… I am curious if I actually do hear from them.

That’s my day so far… can it get any better? Haha.

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Another Year Completed

 

Sometimes my joints are aching, walking up the stair,

some other time after only a few steps I feel I need a chair.

my yell is not as loud as it once has been

when I read I do admit, without glasses I had never seen

the little letters in the book, the story should be told

Once I do buy audiobooks, I’ll know I’m getting old.

**

Today however, I celebrate, that another year has passed

where I survived and did my best, working on my future and forget about my past.

Every year is a new start and things should be taking off

(even though I started this year now, with a cold and quite a cough.)

However, the number on my bones climb higher some days I feel like fried

or like I had been cooked alive – and afterward been mummified.

**

Hold up your glass and celebrate that despite all the lows and highs

finally, in long, wide strides, AJ’s slowly getting wise!

CHEERS!!

*****

(Copyright, Aurora Jean Alexander, January 2017)

 

 

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Merry Christmas – 2017

2017 has been a quite reflective and, to a certain degree, a relaxing year in my life. I made progress with my writing, accomplished a lot of things and decided in what direction my future will be heading.

I don’t deny it was hard at times, but this ain’t the first, nor will it be the last time I’m going through rough times.

It was the time I was enjoying, I was grateful, I was annoyed, angry and still, never forgot my humor. It was a time I once again, learned who my true friends are.

I gained so much in 2017!

And once again, I was able to connect with many new people here online. Knowing people better and getting even closer to some followers, friends, writers, supporters, readers and many more.

THANK YOU!

for making this journey a memorable one for me!

Now there’s not much more left to say, except that I wish you and your families:

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Christmas Cookie Recipe – Mini-Milano-Cookies

Ingredients

1 or several baking tray(s)

2 oz. extra butter to grease the tray

 

Dough:

8 oz. unsalted butter, softened

8 oz. fine sugar

2 TBS Bourbon-vanilla extract

2 eggs

2 egg yolks

1 dash of salt

Zest of one lemon

1 lb. All purpose flour

 

Glaze:

2 egg yolks

1 TBS cream

Preparation

grease the tray with plenty of butter

preheat oven 350 degrees F

Dough:

Mix the softened butter until creamy, then add all ingredients slowly, one after the other and mix in between.  At the end add the flour. The dough will become thick and heavy. Knead it until all flour is part of the dough. Work quickly before butter starts melting.

Cool the dough for about 60 minutes.

Then roll out dough until it’s about 1/4 inch thick and cut out cookies in preferred forms, spread out on the prepared buttered baking tray(s) (not too close, they’ll grow a bit in the oven).

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Mix yolks and cream and glaze the cookies before baking them in the middle of the oven at 350 degrees for about 13 – 15 minutes until they’re golden.

Take them off the tray immediately to cool them down.

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(Trick: If you wait until they’re completely cooled down and keep them in an airtight tin can, you will be able to keep them tasty and enjoyable for a long time.)

 

 

 


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