What is the reason the state requires someone else to pump your gas? Sounds like a payoff to someone....
I haven’t had anyone but me pump gas into my vehicle for about a thousand years or so. :-)
I didn’t even realize they still did that.
I have never in my life had someone else pump my gas. Are there still some states that do not have self service gas stations?
Also, never buy gasoline when the tanker truck is pumping gasoline into the underground holding tank.
You do not want the dirt, leaves, bits of gravel, water and other stuff that is normally resting peacefully on the bottom of the tank to get in your gas tank and plug your filter or worse.
That is why I pump my own gas....and if they won’t let me I go to a different station.
Ah, just one of the many joys of living in the People’s Republic of New Jersey.
You gotta wonder about a state that doesn’t trust its people to pump their own gas. Or who feels the need to subsidize the gas station attendants.
I haven’t seen an attendant gas station in years!
The NJ hustle. Happens 50,000 times a day in NJ! Snooki would be proud!
I've not seen that in over 30 years!
Good job for the homeless tho....
CC
What’s the point of not filling up? You just have to stop for gas again that much sooner.
You don’t get a receipt?
Check to make sure you get what you pay for?
Is this really newsworthy?
Could you also post an “article” in Latest *Articles* about counting your change? Giving the wrong change is a much more common scam, and it’s not limited to customers in SUVs or minivans.
Something similar happened to me in my mid 20s. I went to a Mom and Pops gas station in Winston Salem. I put low grade gas- 11 gallons worth and was charged on my cc for 25 gallons of premium. The fat bastard actually argued with me even though my car only held about 13.5 gallons.
The owner showed up by the time I started screaming. I was eventually given the difference in cash and the owner sided completely with the liar. I went to every car at a pump on their lot and explained to every woman that they were a target for dishonesty by the employees there simply for having breasts. I also went back to the owner and asked him how he could sleep at night knowing how the thief who worked for him had access to his cash drawer.
I never went back and I certainly spread the word. If that jerkstore got disentigrating testicular cancer, I would hardly have felt a molecule of sympathy. Sorry SOB, hiding behind his boss’s apron.