Brilliant - unlawful for us to pump gas. I love it. And, change tires. (Actually, I KNOW how to change a tire - I just DON'T! That's my husband's job, when needed.)
Haha, my mom pretended for about 20 years that she could not drive a standard, just in case my dad expected her to run errands with his truck. Yet, she could always move the truck out of the driveway if her car were blocked by it. My dad never caught on.
Prayers on the way!
Actually I liked it so much better when we could actually pay the boys to pump gas for us! Ahhhh those were the days... picking the stations with the cutest pumpers. It solved so many problems on so many levels.
I never left without a windshield cleaning and an oil check, not to mention tire pressure...