I’m calling this one, “Please Don’t Take My Man.”
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Excellent – I had to look for her
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Seldom does one see a name scratched onto a fuel pump! It amused me.
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What’s her man drive too, dang! A hummer?? 💲😲💲
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Ha!
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I think that’s a name my wife invented for herself many years ago. I have to show this to her. Great capture! – Marty
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Thanks!
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Postscript: she loved it. It is a former made-up name for herself. 🙂
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Do you ever sing it to her?
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No. But I might now. I mean a freakin’ gas pump? That’s hilarious.
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I wonder why someone felt the need to write Jolean on a gas pump? Weird choice of medium.
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But then, people scrawl names on bathroom walls.
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True!
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