I wonder what Portlandians do when (if?) they drive out of their state and pull in to a gas station for gas? Just sit there at the pump waiting for service?
My first job as a teenager in Brooklyn, NY was pumping gas for 2 bucks an hour. At 50, I moved to New Jersey and had to learn to not get out of my car at the gas station to pump gas.
Last Summer on a road trip to Connecticut, I sat at the gas pumps waiting, and waiting.
At least 3 minutes passed before I realized...
Nah. I'm sure they occupy their time frantically honking their horn in a maniacal panic.
“I wonder what Portlandians do when (if?) they drive out of their state and pull in to a gas station for gas? Just sit there at the pump waiting for service?”
would be an awesome bit for Portlandia: Peter and Nance driving to LA - pull up at the pump in California - no one comes out to pump their gas - they engage in neurotic fretting about what to do, including inability to pump their own gas - show cuts to and from their waiting and fretting multiple times during the half hour show - goes from sunny to sundown - they never do get any gas ...
They can't leave. The hybrid cars won't go far enough on the battery to get to the border....................
I worked with a woman from Portland one time, and she complained loudly any time she had to pump gas, saying she couldn’t wait to go back to Oregon. One day the boss fired her and she got her wish.