Then, anticlimactically, we got a bit lost at the airport. We did some blundering around until we finally pulled up to the fuel pump. When I reached for the credit card slip to sign it, the fuel numbers so captured my attention that the FBO’s receptionist asked if there was a mistake in the figures. I looked up at her, tried to smile, and assured her I wouldn’t want to change a thing. You see, the ticket recorded that the lineman had put 12.9 gallons into a fuel tank that, according to the manual, held only 13 gallons.