Tag: gas stations
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Pulling Out the Big Guns
This is an (approximately accurate) excerpt of an actual conversation between me and my personal-chauffeur-for-life XFE at a gas station on Saturday morning, around 8 am. XFE (getting into the car after pumping the gas): Are you trying to kill me? Me (peering intently into my smart phone): No, why? XFE: You’re not supposed to…