Thanks for all the replies.
For those who consider me old/cranky/nuts/wanker, etc., have no fear, both my psychiatrist and my exes would all agree, and so would I.
For the rest of you with your own gripes—oh dog, I’d forgotten most of those…
The pump that played a movie trailer before I could get gas.
The “Credit or Debit” question.
The LCD with arrows that point exactly midway between the actual buttons on the side that you have to press, so there is an element of chance involved in all your choices.
The LCD destroyed by the morning sun, which only displays about 40% of the pixels, leaving you to solve the modern Rosetta stone and push the correct button based on guesswork and previous experience (bonus if the one displaying arrow is pointing between buttons).
The buttons that stick and either don’t register or fill the screen with 9999999999999999999999.
And yes, if I ever have a psychotic break, the target will be either asshat gas pumps or BoA (usually ‘Bank of Assholes’ in this household, though I keep using them) ATM’s (different rant that would go in the Pit).
The grist of the OP is that there used to be a technological breakthrough that made a mundane task streamlined and easy—perhaps even elegant. Then it somehow turned into an 8-bit platform game of the absurd. And we now accept it as better than the false alternative, which is going inside (as opposed to making it easy to pay at the pump again).
Mind, if you could order bamboo for the panda from the pump, that would be awesome.
(Yes, I know pandas are just bears with a cute paint job. But their wiki entry has one of my favorite phrases ever: “…females are not tolerant of other females in their range.” This has pretty much been my experience with human females, as well…)