No-one really enjoys filling up. Once you’ve arrived, you’ve
got to wait on the forecourt for a space that’s on the same side as your fuel
cap. They say that the hoses are extra-long to allow you to use both sides but
somehow it doesn’t quite make it unless you stretch it out at a weird angle and
you can’t see the screen on the pump. So you wait in line hoping that you’ve
picked the right lane and that the pump hasn’t ran out of the fuel that you
want. Sometimes the lanes are wide enough to let you manoeuvre into pole
position. At other times the rear vehicle will manoeuvre away and you pray that
you can get your tank filled before someone comes up behind you and accuses you
of hogging both pumps. At other times you’ve filled up and paid but you can’t
get out because the occupants of the car in front of you are busy having a
domestic.
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