Wouldn't you know it that after leaving Sonja's house at 8:40 p.m. this evening, I notice that I needed gasoline. It was 17º, with bitter wind chills. I won't speculate how cold it felt, but within moments, my ungloved hands were aching. Of course I had to get gas, but I wasn't crazy enough to stand and wait. I got back in my car while it pumped. My car has this "REST" button that will run the AC or heater on Residual heat or air. So I had to drive around before heading to the station until my heat was toasty, so I could run it while I filled up.
I think New Jersey is on to something. There you're not allowed to pump your own gas.

I think people would wait in line and pay plenty of $$ to not pump their own gasoline tonight! I sure would have.
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