Yeah, i'm not quite getting it either. DID you put suger in the lesbo's gastank or not? If you did, then it sounds like you've got some serious payback coming your way.

It's obvious. They didn't put sugar in the tank. But they did put a bag of sugar near the car. The car owner pumped the tank out, regardless.

**Bad Pun Alert**

@6, I'm right because I always use my melon.

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Ah, the old "Sugar in the gas tank ruins your engine oh my god" myth.

Sounds like you got left at the bar because you're a miserable person.

WTF?....

Ten bucks says the classic car that got towed was a Subaru wagon.

I have been ditched at bars by close friends, acquaintances, and even once by a blind date, who met up with a potential lover, and it never occurred to me to seek revenge. This is why I always either take my own car, or ride my bike. Things like that happen at bars. A lot.

I also used to complain about getting mistaken for a lesbian all the time: I wear sensible shoes, I like having short, edgy haircuts, I never wore anything but jeans & men's shirts, I can take things apart/put them back together reasonably well on my own, and I bought my own house while I was single. Then one day, I saw a bunch of lesbians walking down the street, and I caught my own reflection in a window. Yes indeed, I looked like a lesbian! I didn't worry about it too much, but eventually, when I was inclined, I grew my hair a bit longer, invested in some women's clothing, and voila! No more mistaken identity.

Whether the sugar was real or not, this reaction seems a bit extreme just for having a bad night with someone.