Some poor guy at a gas station in Oklahoma must think I’m a total moron.
It was one of those pumps as some of the midwestern posters were describing. Well, I’ve never seen one before, not that you don’t have to either go inside and pay first (you have to estimate how much you’ll get), or one with the card thingie.
So, I pull up to the pump and try to figure out where to put my card. There’s no “card thingie”. So I go into the gas station and tell the kid “I need to get some gas, but there’s not card thing, can I pay with my debit card?”
He says sure. So I say, “well I need to fill up, I’m guessing I need about 15 bucks worth”.
He says “okay”. So I pull out my card for him to take the money. And he says “well you have to put the gas in first so I’ll know how much to charge you”. So I say “oh, well I need 15 bucks worth”.
I swear it was like “who’s on first”. He looks at me as if I’m a bit retarded. I say (reinforcing his opinion likely), “um, how do I do that then”? Don’t you have to turn it off"?
He’s REALLY looking at me as if I’m quite stupid at this point. He says “well, you just go pump the gas and then you come tell me how much it was”.
I swear, my jaw must have cracked the concrete floor. I couldn’t stop myself “you mean you’re just going to TRUST me”? (with this statement, I’m sure I completely sealed my doom as being thought the dumbest blonde EVER as far as this boy was concerned).
Eventually, it pierced the blonde void, but I’ve never been anyplace where you just told them, and they BELIEVED you. No computer readout, nothing. Just the customer tells the clerk how much he or she pumped. Boggles the mind alright.