The scenario: rainy, cold, and dark, and dashboard displaying "0 miles to empty."
As I pull up to the full service Gulf station on Ditmars and 21st I let out a sigh of relief. Only one time have I ever completely run out of gas to the point where my car stopped moving. Thankfully, this was not that time.
The attendant was nowhere to be found for several moments- annoyance number one. Once he finally appeared he waved me down to a different pump- annoyance number two. I rolled my window down, asked him to fill it up with super, but to please not top it off -- cash.
After just one or two minutes past, I suddenly noticed that the pump stopped. The pump was old and the plastic casing covering it had turnedmustard yellow, clouding my vision so I couldn't make out how much gas had been pumped into my car. However, only a few short moments had passed, so I knew there was no way it was close to full- annoyance number three.
The gas attendant had walked away from the pump immediately after setting it up, leaving it to automatically fill itself, or so he hoped. I beepedfor the attendant to come back to my car and threw my hands up in the air to say What the F?!
The attendant said to me, "Your car is full miss."
"Huh? That's impossible, how much gas was pumped?"
"Twenty seven dollars," he replied.
"Sir, my tank is not full, I came here on E please put more in."
He begins to actually do his job and physically grasps the lever to begin fueling again only for the pump to click off after just a few brief seconds. Only a few dollars at a time are going in before the pump clicks off again. This process goes on for about ten more dollars. At this point I was extremely fed up with how long it was taking not to mention afraid that his broken pump was going to mess up my tank by pumping air into it.
"I don't know what's wrong with your tank miss, but it's not taking anymore gas"
I huff any puff and tell the gentleman "Whatever it is, it's enough... this is taking entirely too long, how much does it come to?"
"Thirty seven dollars."
I hand him my forty dollars and asked for my change. I would say getting gas there took an extra fifteen minutes. The only reason I tried that gas station was because it's conveniently located between me and Crossfit. Though I'd like to say that was the one and only time I used their services, it was not. The following week I went back to the dog that bit me and tried again only to get bit once more. Nearly the same exact scenario played out. In this case, the annoyance out weighs the conveniences and I will be going to the further gas station next time where I know the pumps work perfectly and the service is speedy. You know what they say, time is money people and this chicks not spending any more money on you wasting my time Gulf.
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