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When Jesse and I moved to the D back in September I had an irrational fear of gas stations in the city. I pictured myself getting robbed or murdered at the pump so I would fill up in Ypsilanti or anywhere along the route between Ypsi and Detroit.

Apparently I feared the wrong thing.

Shortly after moving here I didn't plan well and had to fill up my empty tank in the city. There is a BP station not far from home, on the corner of Vernor and Mt. Elliott. One morning I went there to get some gas. Imagine the fear in my heart when a woman approached me with her hands in her pockets. I was getting ready to grab the pump and douse her with gasoline when she greeted me and was very friendly. Next thing I knew she was offering me a free magazine! WOW! It's my lucky day! I was so relieved and happy! Then I looked at the magazine and it was the Watchtower magazine. That's right. I wasn't being robbed or murdered. It was worse. I was being accosted by a Jehovah's Witness. She saw the look on my face and very quickly asked me if I believed and blah blah blah I blocked the rest out. I do remember shaking my head and saying "no no no no no no no I don't want your magazine. No no no no no no no thank you."

I warned Jesse to never go to that gas station. Ever.

Of course I did not listen to my own advice and had to go back a couple months ago. It was rainy and gross. As I started to pump the gas I noticed a red minivan parked against the wall. A woman got out and started walking toward me. The fear returned to my heart. Sure enough it was another freaking Jehovah's Witness. GO AWAY!! LET ME PUMP MY GAS!!

It doesn't happen every time. I think I've been there twice without being approached by anybody.

Saturday morning before I left for Grand Rapids I told Jesse that I had to stop and get gas at the BP. I asked him to say a prayer for me that I would not get accosted by the JW. He said he would. I pulled up to the pump and noticed a red minivan parked against the wall. And sure enough, a man walked up to me and asked me if I believe in miracles. I put on a really sad face and told him it really wasn't a good day for that. He asked if he could give me a free magazine. I politely declined and he went back to his red van. Then I called Jesse and asked if he misunderstood and prayed for me to get accosted by the JW. He said he forgot and didn't pray either way. I thought he loved me.

I do not believe in miracles. However, if I am left alone at that damn gas station, I just might change my mind.