Do you belong to Costco?
We do, even though we are only three people - right now, two people. Mostly because I enjoy cleaning products and an Everest-style supply of toilet paper [although now that I'm working outside the home, our supply of toilet paper is not dwindling as quickly as usual. Not sure what that means.], but also because I find it necessary to balance the 6 packs of giant chocolate chip muffins with 6 packs of romaine lettuce.
Anyway, as you may know if you are a Costco member, you can get gas for a bit cheaper than other stations. That's a bonus during these tough economic times. Also, for some reason, sometimes the Costco gas station near my house smells like cinnamon rolls. It did today, anyway. I'm all about good smells.
The problem is the clusterfuck that is people lining up for gas. I'm not sure how, but good old-fashioned gas guzzling Americans who have obviously queued up for gas before at some point suddenly start milling around in their CARS like they live in old Soviet Bloc countries and have nothing but time to jam up and sit around.
Seriously. It's insane.
It seems a simple enough proposition - pick a line for the set of pumps you'd like to spend your hard earned money in and wait until the line moves and you get to stand around smelling cinnamon rolls.
Except that people can't seem to maneuver to the right pump. Sometimes because they are terrible drivers. Other times because someone is STANDING IN THE WAY. How far do you have to be from your car when you are pumping gas? How do you not notice 2 tons of steel coming at you?
And the worst part is that if you err in choosing your line? YOU ARE STUCK THERE FOREVER because people suddenly decide to wedge you in and you are STUCK STUCK STUCK waiting for grandpa to realize that the pump has stopped and it's time to get his receipt and OH MY GOD, GOOOOO!!!!
What's wrong with people that doing something for themselves turns them into shuffling zombies?
Aren't there some states where people will pump gas for you?
I want to go to there.