I've been getting our emissions inspections for the cars during this week. Or, alternately, I've been "building up resentment against my husband for not taking care of this" during this week. The '95 Honda failed the gas tank cap test. Evidently, noxious fumes were leaking out the gas tank cap and threatening the environment. I was okay with getting a new gas cap.
However, Gary was not. Only moments after I picked him up at the airport and we had a sweet cooing reunion, he was bellowing "Scam! There is nothing wrong with that gas cap! It's the politicians!" He insisted we get this resolved together and drove to the AutoZone on Page that the inspector recommended.
I waited through the transaction with bated breath, waiting for Gary to accuse the AutoZone people of having a scratch-back deal with the emissions station. Instead, the AutoZone cashier looked at our new gas cap purchase and chirped:
"Oh, did you just go to the emissions station? You probably think we have some kind of deal with them. Everyone's been having to get new gas caps. Some lady in a brand new Honda had to get one and she was hot, and then we didn't have her model. Everybody keeps failing that test, though."
It was effectively disarming. When we got outside we closely compared the two caps and found the new one had a washer the old one didn't. Gary went to throw away the old cap and found the trash can outside the AutoZone was full of old gas caps.
So, as my community service: if you plan to get your car emissions inspected at the Dielman Industrial Park emissions station, check your gas tank cap and see if there's a washer on the inside. If there isn't, just give up and go buy a new one.