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What’s with me and the bad luck at gas stations in Memphis? After today’s debacle, I told my husband he will be filling my car up for me from now on. No joke. I would never have chosen this particular station, but while getting on Sam Cooper, I realized my fuel light was on– and it’s hard telling just how long– so gas time it was. This was my closest option and I was hoping to get done with the quickness as the little man gets fussy when the car stops moving, I had eight gazillion things to get done and it’s hotter than balls outside.
Imagine my surprise when I run my card to pay at the pump and it says repeatedly to «see attendant.» I had half a mind to get in my car and drive off. «Seeing the attendant» is not ever anything I want on my agenda. In my world, actually going into a gas station is reserved for road trips and those who purchase lotto tickets, cigarettes and Slurpees. I haven’t been a part of any of those groups in quite some time, if not ever. I had to get gas, so I lugged the little man out in his carrier and entered the store. I’m pissed now. I’m sweating, you’ve ruined my hair and makeup and the child is crying. I walk up and tell the attendant that I’m supposed to see her. She says the pumps only take credit not debit. Um… what? Could you maybe have put up a freaking sign? I could have kept right on moving to another gas station who actually gets the idea behind pay at the pump. Hell fire. Not only can I only pay with credit at the pump, but I cannot give her my card and actually fill up my tank. Huge pet peeve of mine. Gas station runs are one of my least favorite chores– up there with vacuuming and lawn mowing. If I’m here, let me fill my damn tank so I have the largest window possible before I have to do this ever loving task again. Not here. You have to choose the dollar amount– just guess. I HATE that. Hatehatehate. Perhaps it seems silly, but I’m all about efficiency, and this isn’t it. Hopefully this will save someone else the trouble of having to enter this gas station. It may seem silly, but this was a good 20 minutes added to my already jam-​packed day.