I have a few tales of pump-filling mayhem.
The wierdest one: I was filling up at the nearest Amoco with no.2 fuel, which is on the borderline of a rough neighborhood/ghetto. There are always folks walkin about and I wouldnt go there at night honestly. So I am pumping fuel one day and this rather drunk looking older man comes stumbling across the street and stops and looks at me, meanwhile I have my "no I don't have any change today, sorry" comment ready, as usual, when he goes "that a Diesel?" I reply, "yeah!".. he says, "how's it on the highway?" This is where I go into the speel about the torque and how wonderful it is. He says, "I'm 'unna get me one of them." I said, "cool!" lol. I wished him good tidings and luck on finding a good'un. I figure the guy used to be a truck driver and missed the whole thing.. ya know.
And then the charming little moment story: I was travelling cross-country with my girlfriend at the time and was not carefully monitoring how much fuel I had left, when beeeeeep, the light cuts on and I drive quite a ways till I see a station. Whew! I thought, and go in, and they say their pump is out of order and the nearest station is "a few miles down the road" in some town. So, with no other choice, I baby the car down the highway till the turnoff, and start going quite a ways from the highway into this SMAAALLL town. I think, at the station, was a good percentage of it's population. It was so southern it hurt (lousiana.) I pull in, and feel like I had just gone back in time.. a black fellow walks up to the car and I tell him to fill it up with Diesel, meanwhile there are old white men inside and one very old black man just sitting by the fan.. one was actually fanning himself with something.. classic! I walk in to pay and the old black man asks "they got a diesel in somethin' that small now?" I smiled and said, "yep!" He, as well as the rest of the station, and I, had quite a moment right then. Kinda like a "awww, shucks, that's so neat" kind of a moment. <tear in eye> He asked what kinda mileage I got, and I told him. Walked out, tipped the very nice man who filled it up (who lit up like a christmas tree when I handed him the money and bowed saying thank ya, thank ya (I mean jeez, I felt like I was in the 19th century or something.) Then I started it up, smiled at my girl and said, "that was so nice" and drove off, weeping willows all around. The whole thing felt like I was some alien visitor landing in my UFO and asking for directions.
-hayden