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...
Hate to tell you, but, uh, you’re one of *those* people. :P