Is it just me? Or is it weird to have an attendant pump your gas for you? — Today, on my flashing “low gas” light, in my brother’s very expensive Hummer, I drove an extra mile just to avoid the closest gas station. The one I feared would ask me to allow them to pump my gas for me. Why did I do that? I know I could have politely refused or just plain let them, it wouldn’t have hurt me. And yet I kept going, choosing to possibly run out of gas over facing the awkwardness.
Yes, it’s true. I’m not always that smart.