Man, where have you been? Germ phobia is an essential part of life in the third millenium. Surely you’ve caught on to kicking the restroom door open and refusing to touch the faucet handles after washing (if they don’t turn off on their own, screw 'em). Why do you think those plastic cups in your motel room are themselves wrapped in plastic?
Who can say what dread diseases will fall to your lot if you come into physical contact with something that a stranger has touched?
The way I learned it is to keep the pump in for about six seconds, to let the dribble (or most of it) run its course.
And don’t even think about how many people have used the flatware at the restaurant before you. How clean its it really? 
Amen! I will gladly stand in the snow and rain if it means I don’t have to live in New Jersey or Oregon. If you think it’s too cold outside to pump gas, stay home.
And don’t forget that water in in the glass. Fish fuck in it.
Meh, germs don’t bother me. I’ve never taken any precautions above and beyond hand washing before preparing food, and after toilet functions. I very rarely get sick because I let my immune system play with germs.
Back on-topic though…I just wish the pumps would pump faster.
I wish that was an option, I really do. Yesterday I got stuck with a broken pump that wouldn’t stay when I flipped the little thingie down and I had to stand out in the freezing air fighting with the damn thing. It pissed me off more than it should have.