If it helps, I have no idea what I would do if I ever had to pump my own gas. I've lived in Oregon since long before I was old enough to drive, and we can't pump our own gas here.
If it helps, I have no idea what I would do if I ever had to pump my own gas. I've lived in Oregon since long before I was old enough to drive, and we can't pump our own gas here.
I pump my gas all the time, but this isn't my car.
There is no button inside, and no way to just flip it open.
After I melted down, I googled the car and learned you have to push "in" on the cap and then it springs open.
Dumbest.System.Ever
Literally the exact same thing happened to me in a rental traveling for work last year. It was a hybrid and the fucking manual said to push a button that didn't exist. So I was panicking at the gas station and finally googled it and found the same answer. What the fuuuuuuuck
If it helps, I have no idea what I would do if I ever had to pump my own gas. I've lived in Oregon since long before I was old enough to drive, and we can't pump our own gas here.
I pump my gas all the time, but this isn't my car.
There is no button inside, and no way to just flip it open.
After I melted down, I googled the car and learned you have to push "in" on the cap and then it springs open.
Dumbest.System.Ever
That's how my gas door works. Thankfully when I bought the car they covered that before I drove off the lot. They did; however, neglect to tell me that locking the doors when leaving the car to pump gas, which I often did to then run into the store to grab something, meant that the door would not open. I remember spending at least ten minutes standing there pushing the door, in winter while freezing my ass off, and it wouldn't open. I gave up and went home, which was only half a mile away.
It was then that I decided to flip through the manual. Of course, it took me about three years of owning the car to realize it had two glove compartments.
That is a pretty dumb system. Here's another one: My parents bought me an old boat of a car when I was 16. I went to fill up the gas tank and scratched my head for 10 minutes. Walked around the car again and again. There was no gas tank thingie! Random person had to show me that this stupid car's tank was accessed from behind the freaking license plate!
At least this day is almost over. Tomorrow has to be better, right? :Hair pets:
Are you renting a Mustang? I had the same problem. I was afraid I was going to miss my flight home because I couldn't figure out that I was supposed to depress the cap.
I'm sorry you're having a crappy week. Hopefully next week will be better.