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HELP IS AT HAND
It seemed like ages as we stared at the petrol streaming
down off the roof of the car over the windows and beginning to
drip gently from the doors onto the ground.
My next thought was that it was a good thing we were all
non smokers.
“Mot” was a brick. On realising what had happened, he
sprang to my rescue with the forecourt watering can, used
normally for topping up large radiators.

“It’s a good job these motors are made of plastic,” he said in
his friendly obliging voice, and with no hesitation, just as if this
type of thing happened every day, he pouring the contents of
the huge can all over the car and quite literally washing the
petrol away.
He deftly completed the job, wiping away the last traces of
fuel with a piece of waste cloth he always kept in his pocket,
“for just such an eventuality!”
This is where my memory fails me.
Did the car owner remain among these “lunatics” long
enough to actually fill his tank? I think not!
I do remember the wasted fuel was put down to the
workshop for cleaning something or other!

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