Help! my car's gonna blow up!

mlisema I keep 'em comin' eh? well here is another experience. Get ready, it will be a very long blog, not for the faint hearted.
I got my junkie car I think 4 months ago. So, am new at car stuff, in general. I really needed a car coz you can't get a nice job here in Perth, without having a car.
B4 I got the car, I used to rely on tumahandouts from guys. I used to call my friends to come pick me up from work. Alternatively, I would call a Taxi. Mind you, I used to get to work using 2 buses and a train and the trains and buses here stop unfortunately at midnight. I used to start work at 5pm and finish at 2am. (I used to work as a kitchenhand-serving food to about 2,000 people on a good day and washing, wiping and storing the 2,000+ plates after they are done-it was no joke). After finishing work, it was dark and scary and most of the time, I did not know how I would get home. I would just sit outside and wait for someone to offer to give me a lift. I hated asking for lifts from these junguus as an alternative, since they are really selfish people.
I used to get like $10 an hour, and the Taxi ride from the place of work to my nyumba, is about $40-$50. So, my salary was mostly used on the Taxi rides. I got so fedup, I just bought a car and I quit that jobo as well. I now work for the elderly, helping them around the nursing home hostel and providing companionship.
Anyway, that's not the story. I went to the petrol station last weekend to fill up my gas tank, as petrol was really cheap on that weekend. Like Kenya, petrol prices here have just gone over the roof. I went to fill up my tank with the logic that $20 is half tank, so, $40 must be full tank. That was not so. As I was filling the tank, the petrol/gas pump stopped removing petrol at $35. I wondered, kwani why has it stopped, anyway, I continued to force the pump to remove petrol, the $40 had to be used, there was no wasting. As it fikad $38, the pump kataad to toa petrol. I was thoroughly irritated, the $40 had to be used, yote! I continued to force issues. At this time, I was looking at the sky, thinking to myself, 'it's such a beautiful day, blue sky, birds singing....' To my surprise, I started to feel my jeans get wet. I knew I could not have peed on myself, no way. I looked down and I saw petrol gushing out of the tank and splashing onto my jeans and onto the ground. Just then I thought, "Woi Ngai fafa, I am finished, the car will burst into flames, no one can help, there's too much petrol on me and on the ground, ninakufa leo. I then started shouting, 'Help, help, help', and I was running around my car, throwing my hands in the air. Everyone was looking at me like I was crazy, but I was just scared out of my wits. The thought of losing the car and consequently losing my job was too much for me to bear. Someone had to help this 'crazy African' girl. Well, the petrol station attendant saw me running around my car, with my hands in the air and shouting for help, so she ran out. She looked stressed and worried at first, then her facial expression turned to that of utter amusement. She looked at me and she had that look,'what is this girl doing?' She told me to calm down and close the gas tank, with that kaknob thingi...oh you know what am talking about. She then poured water on my jeans, tushoes and on the ground. 'Is that all?' I asked in disbelief. 'Yes, you can now stop panicking, but the next time the pump stops removing petrol, it means that the tank is full, do not insist further. (She was explaining this very slowly, I think she thought am very stupid or something...well for those who are reading this blog, I have to defend myself...I am not, well......stupid) How long have you had this car?' she asked, '3, 4 months...', I replied. Another embarrassing moment for me.
That's the story hope you will enjoy it. Cina, I've seen your kaprofile. glad to see you're around. I miss you, write to me. Cheers mates have a good weekend and a good next week. God bless.