So I go to get a replacement propane tank. At the grocery store. (ain’t America great? Used to be you had to find an RV campground or Uhaul place or whatnot and actually wait to get your tank filled, now everybody and their brother will swap your propane tank for a full one)

There were a lot of people running around outside, so I just walk inside with the tank to pay for a new one.

“Oh, first, take that outside.” I hadn’t even said anything yet, and the manager was doing all but holding a crucifix in between us.

“It’s empty.” I explained.

“Doesn’t matter, might go boom.” She said, backing away. “Might be some left in it.”

Um.. so they have no problem with me tossing a FULL one in my car and driving around, but they don’t want an empty one anywhere in their store? (never mind that you need an open flame, it has a safety valve, etc.). She would not let me buy a tank until I had sent the offending item to the curb.

You’ll be happy to know we resolved it, I now have propane and we had chicken for dinner. The end.