Is anyone else getting annoyed with the pay-at-the-pump procedure when getting gasoline in the United States?
Or am I just getting (more) cranky as I age…
I seem to recall a time when paying for one’s gas at the pump was a new and wonderful experience.
No more going inside to stand in line behind the people trying to decide which lottery ticket they wanted or trying to communicate exactly which pack of cigs they needed out of the 9 million choices behind the counter–“Marlboro. The Reds. No, the kind whose box is so helpfully red. No, the 100’s. In the flip top box, not the soft pack. No, the kind with the words ‘flip top box’ helpfully printed on the front. That are in a box. With the panda on the side (well, ok, no panda).”
Then you got to negotiate the deal with the Clerk. “I’d like $10 on pump #4, please (this was a long time ago). Pump 4. Yes, $10 on pump 4. Thank you.” Then you went outside and the damn pump still wasn’t on, so back inside for round #2.
This time you were behind scratch-off-lottery-person. “Yeah, I want one of those–no, not that one, the green one, like money. With dollar signs on it. That looks good. And 5 of those, with the panda.” So now it is your turn. “I needed $10 on pump #4, but the pump doesn’t seem to be turned on. No, THAT one (pointing helpfully). The one with the big ‘4’ helpfully printed upon it. No, not the one with the panda–#4, please”.
Anyway, those days were now dead with pay-at-the-pump. No more going inside and dealing with actual people. None of that. That is the old way of doing things. I was waaaay beyond that.
I am the very model of the modern auto driver,
I pay for things in ways that would astound Angus MacGyver,
In short, in matters high-tech, I am quite the striver,
You could, in fact, declare I am a technological survivor.
It was bliss. Swipe the card, pick the grade, flip up the handle, stick in the nozzle, and fill-er-up. The only annoyance was that, half the time, when you got done, the display would say “Printing Receipt”, and there would be a grinding noise, but the receipt would not print, so your choice was to either go inside and mingle with the masses, which would completely negate the advantages of paying at the pump, or take your chances and drive off like a rebel without a cause^H^H^H^H^H receipt and cruise down the road with the windows down and the wind in your hair and the radio turned up. *
Or not.
Panda optional. They have a lot of hair for the wind to to blow, though.
Now, I am getting into more and more interactions with the gas pump that go like this. Swipe card. Enter zip code of billing address. Do I have a Kroger Plus card? Do I have a Greenbax card? Do I have a draft card? Would I like a car wash? Do the Clerk’s uniform pants make her ass look big? Do I own a schnauzer? How about a panda?
I JUST WANT SOME DAMN GASOLINE! If I wanted to be on a quiz show, I’d audition for Jeopardy (America’s Favorite Quiz Show®)!
Then, once they finally let you pump the gas, and you get done, you now have to press a button to ask for a receipt, and the result is still the same old 50/50. “Clerk has receipt.” Do I go inside and have to answer if the polyester uniform pants make her ass look big? Do I dare disturb the universe? Or do I make a run for it? Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare skip the receipt? (I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach)
So, am I the only one now considering that it might be quicker to go inside and pay manually than use the pay-at-the-pump? Am I the only one to start to talk to the gas pumps? Has anyone else noticed they look slightly like Daleks? What will happen if I push the wrong button…
EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE >>>>>ZOT<<<<<
–jack
*look, there is a fine line between reasonable care and paranoia. if you, like 99.9999% of us citizens, have never been pulled over by the police for driving off from a gas station without paying, when you did, in fact, pay, then worrying about the receipt is paranoia. on the other hand, if you ever have had a series of long discussions with law-enforcement officials about same, with them convinced you were an obvious liar, until you lost it completely and went Basil Fawlty on them, complete with the beginnings of the accent and the clenched fist ("…but it would completely defeat the POINT of paying at the pump if I went inside for the receipt…"), then you might want the receipt. theoretically.