It must be a trip watching folks trying to pump gas from the window inside Dandy’s. The Chevron pumps offer a serious lesson in patience, and at the very least material to submit to AFV. I swiped my card to get gas, and maybe because my arms are sore I didn’t match the desired precision and timeliness needed for a swipe on this nasty machine. I went to lift the nozzle, and it christened my feet with some war-launching juices. Perfect. Even perfecter, I turned to noticed my card had jammed the system, so even after replacing the nozzle and trying to cancel out, I was advised to wait. Waiting for UFOs I understand, but I didn’t know what I was waiting on after a few minutes. I got back in the car, reversed it to the pump behind me, swiped just so, got my gas, and hauled it. And I vowed to never again need gas in the vicinity of Dandy’s.