Peeved at the Pump
I’m sick of the interrogation at the gas pump. This is the usual exchange:
PUMP: Insert card and remove rapidly.
PUMP: Credit Card? Y/N
ME: No.
PUMP: Debit Card? Y/N
ME: Yes.
PUMP: Billing zip code?
ME: 33802
PUMP: Authorizing…Authorizing…Approved!
PUMP: Receipt? Y/N
ME: No.
PUMP: Car wash? Y/N
ME: No.
PUMP: Select grade and begin fueling.
This is way too much to go through for $20 of overly-priced gas. Especially in the beaming Florida sun. Oh, by the way, I was trying to get $20.00 of gas and the pump stopped right on $20.01.
Pump: 1
Jordan: 0