So we pull into a Pilot Station to get diesel. Mind you, it's a big one. There are TWELVE drive-in parking spaces in front of the store and the attached Wendy's. There are SEVEN double car gas spots -- each with FOUR pumps. There are SIX truck pull-through diesel stations. (I had plenty of time to count them...) And there is ONE RV station with space on each side for a rig.
The fill tube for Auntie Violet's diesel is on her left side. So we come around to line up and pull in and there's a white BMW sitting there -- an EMPTY BMW! Hmm, they must have gone in to pay. They'll be right back. So we wait. In the meantime, a pick-up and trailer pull in on the other side and fill -- and leave. Then a fellow with a horse trailer pulls in, fills up -- and leaves as well. The Beamer is still sitting there, empty!
FINALLY a blond lady comes strolling out of Wendy's with a drink in her hand, chatting with an older guy. They stop midway to the pump and chat some more. Hmm, maybe it's not the driver... The two talk for a while longer, then finally she breaks away and heads for the Beamer! We figure she'll get in and drive off.
But, no, she puts the drink on the top of the car; opens the door; gets in; rummages around; gets back out; takes the drink down; puts it inside; then proceeds to fill the Beamer -- with GASOLINE! When she finally finishes filling; she opens the trunk and rummages around until she finds something to wipe her hands with... In the meantime, TWO more rigs have filled and finished on the other side!
Finally, thirty-four minutes later Auntie Violet gets a chance to fill her tank.
I dislike inconsiderate people. Oy!
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