Happy birthday, Frank!

Happy birthday, Frank! I hope there's cake.

What is wrong with you people? I'm too much of a control freak to let anyone pump my gas. I love my car. I don' want no one messin' wit my car.

It's just gas!

I left my watch at home. I feel neekid.

A couple of summers ago we drove through Oregon on the way to a softball tournament and I purposely stopped for gas there. The kids were kinda freaked out to have service at a service station.

Happy Birthday, Frank!!!

Mom had a worrying crisis when the owner of the last local full service station retired and she was faced with the prospect of pumping her own gas. I don't quite get how a woman who held our family together through Dad's brain surgery and paralysis, kept a roof over our heads despite hundreds of thousands in medical bills, and managed the care of her mother for two years once strokes rendered her invalid could find pushing a spigot into the gas tank and squeezing the handle such a daunting challenge.

It's just gas!

I'm very protective of my car, and gas-station attendants in Oregon are strange animals. They get defensive and confrontational if you get out of your car.

Wacky.

That Sears tower thing is wrong wrong wrong. I could feel my legs give out just watching it on tv.

And the therapist forgot she wanted to see me every week while mac is having big issues, so I traveled an hour and now have to kill another hour before she can see me, and the I have to go home and bring mac back by 6. Joy - what do you think the universe is trying to tell me?

That Sears tower thing is wrong wrong wrong. I could feel my legs give out just watching it on tv.

They have something similar in the CN Tower in Toronto. I tried to walk out onto the glass, but my legs just wouldn't obey me. Freaky.

It's just gas!

I don't know about the attendants in NJ, but the few I've encountered in Florida have been of the not-terribly-bright variety to the point where they've walked around my car more than once looking for the tank. And it's not like I've ever had the stealth tank hidden behind the license plate either.

Another thing you never want to hear a gas station attendant say while pumping gas into your car:

"Whoops."

There's one at the Grand Canyon too. Sounds very cool in theory, but I'm not sure I could actually walk on it.

Yeah, Oregon doesn't let you pump your own gas, either.

...really? I'm fairly sure we pumped our own gas when we went to Pendleton. Though we were right by a casino, so maybe that made a difference?

I was busy being weirded out that they didn't have sales tax.