I hate stopping for gas. I know it only takes a few moments, but I am impatient, and I don’t like to have to stop what I’m doing or where I’m going. I knew I should’ve filled up the other day at Sam’s Club, but truly, if I can squeeze a few more days out of my tank, I will. Plus, at the time, there was a hot pizza intoxicating us all with it’s warm, cheesy aroma. There would be no unnecessary stopping.
The next day, I was blessed with some childcare, which afforded me some precious gym time before I had to pick Max up at preschool. I was running a little behind, but still had enough of a window of time to squeeze in my workout and get out in time to for Max. I pulled out of the driveway, and, ding! The gas light went on. Ugh! I should’ve gotten it the other day. No worries, though, there were plenty of gas stations on the way.
Why is it always raining when I need to get gas? The traffic was heavier than normal, but stopped at a red light, I noticed there was not much activity at my usual stop. Great, I could get in & out. As I pulled in, I realized the pump closest to me had an orange cone in front of it. No problem, there were three other open pumps, so I pulled around, only, they all had cones in front of them, too. Crap! Ok, not a big deal, I could just go to the gas station across the street. Normally I would pass this place up, because it’s more expensive, but I was trying to save time. Not only does stopping for gas get on my nerves, but paying too much for it does, too. I am willing to pay more for certain things that are of a perceivable higher quality, but gas is gas, right?
So I pulled up, got out, swiped the card and started pumping. I was in my little zone when I suddenly startled at the sound of someone’s voice. It sounded like someone over a speaker. Was the attendant trying to get my attention for something? I looked all around to figure out what was going on, when I finally realized why I was paying another 8 cents per gallon.
I looked up, and mounted to the top of the pump was a sleek and shiny flatscreen TV. I guess it knows when someone starts pumping and automatically starts playing snippets from the day’s top news & entertainment. I stood there in awe for a moment. TVs at the gas station? Really? I can understand having them in the waiting room at the doctor’s office, but seriously, how long does it take to pump gas? I know I’m impatient & all, but if I can’t stand there for all of 3 minutes, alone with my thoughts, without something to entertain me, then I think I’m in trouble.
What’s next? TVs at the drive through window? At the toll booth? I’m no scientist, but could this be why I feel like my attention span is nowhere near as intact as it used to be? I do think that greater and more responsibilities as an adult/parent add to my deficiency, but could the constant bombardment of stimulus have something to do with it as well? I dunno, but it seems everywhere you turn these days, someone is vying for your attention, with billboards, more extreme commercials, sensational news stories, spam, etc.
“Have a nice day, and drive safely”, the computerized voice said to me as I replaced my gas cap. I had to stop myself from returning the sentiment.