Hey, youse guys! It's Sunday, so I'm gonn'a give one of my occational sermons:
Once upon a time, a lady backed her automobile out of the garage to take a trip, but noticed that the gasoline tank was nearly empty. She chewed on this problem for a minute, and came up with the key word "gas". So she jerry-rigged some sort of hose from the Natural Gas plumbing in her house, to the Gasoline tank in the automobile. This enabled her to take a trip all right -- just not the kind she had planned.
This is but one example of why I prefer to spell out "gasoline" and other words that might be misunderstood. "Gas" is one of the worst -- there must be ten different kinds of "gas" in American English. (Tooooooot
. Pardon me.)
All right, sermon over. Cookies and ice cream in the annex!