They sell discount gas at Shopper Heaven. If the line-up is not too long I get gas there. Every penny counts in hard times, motherfuckers.
When I am waiting I watch the people ahead of me get their gas. Most people are pretty good at it. Others, basically retarded people who should not even be operating a car, need help from the attendant.
When most people finish filling up they shake the nozzle into their tank like it is a cock that has not quite finished pissing yet. Just a few people wait, like I do, for the nozzle to empty, tipping it up just a little to get every last drop of petrol they have paid for. Us tippers are motorcycle men in the habit of not wanting to spill gas on our Freedom Machines.
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