Boy, did I ever! I knew that gazole was their name for diesel, and I knew that essence, san plombe was NOT what my Ford Focus needed to go. What I did not note, is that whereas in USA the green nozzle is diesel - that is not the case here. So, les Americain Stupide filled his tank with essence, san plombe. We spent much of the day waiting for a tow-truck and then the draining and cleaning of the fuel system of our car. The little car now goes well, again, my pocket-book is somewhat lighter, and it hurts deeply whenever I laugh - that is, if I can laugh.
Nancy was very patient and very kind; but she assures me that this is a tale worth repeating often. :-(
(So does the French girl who was the receptionist at the garage. She says that this problem is most often seen with men drivers, not women. (Nancy says always. That is my story and I am sticking to it.)
However, we did make it to the street market again this AM and bought our groceries, then to a Bucherie for some roast bouef, then a patisserie for some dessert and a sandwich and some bread.
After waiting for the car to be serviced, we drove to a ski resort village - 12 kilometers from our flat - fabulous views.
Now to relax, Skype, and forget our silly little (expensive) faux pas. (Essence even cost more than gazole, and I lost a whole tank!!!!! adn had to pay for its disposal!!!!)
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