One of the usual stations that I go to, but a new gas jockey. I told him to put in premium and he acknowledged, but I did not watch as he selected the grade as I was sitting in my car and when I got out of the car with the tank about full, I saw that he was pumping in 87 octane. D'oh!

I told him to stop immediately and he did not understand me as he did not speak English. Another attendant came over, stopped the pump and I explained, he apologized and put in a bottle of octane boost at no charge and the topped off with premium.

It's probably not a big deal and the car seems to run fine.

Just wanted to vent.

 

wow - that kinda sux - I love pumping my own gas

 

He glazed over after reading your "open letter."

 

He must have read your open letter yeterday :^P.

 

how people can come into this country get a job and not speak a word of English and not want to integrate! I'll stop there because boy I can get fuming on this! Hope the jerk didn't do any damage to your car! Incredible!

 

In CA I pump my own. Shell V-Power today is $3.15-9/10 for 91 Octaine.

 

I specifically request 89. Happens alot! I keep a keen eye out.

TT pukes up anything under 100 so it hasn't visited Bozo in quite some time now

 

agree...and, yes..touchy little topic : )

 

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the founder of the Anti-CRAPPY GAS STATION Society. In this letter, I will tell you what made me form such an organization and how I plan to use it to acknowledge that the same pattern of guilt-by-association practiced by CRAPPY GAS STATION's apologists can be found in CRAPPY GAS STATION's vaporings. Here's a quick review: There is still hope for our society, real hope -- not the false sense of hope that comes from the mouths of mischievous dorks, but the hope that makes you eager to defy it. CRAPPY GAS STATION is always prating about how people don't mind having their communities turned into war zones. (It used to say that it should encourage worthless shysters to see themselves as victims and, therefore, live by alibis rather than by honest effort because "it's the right thing to do", but the evidence is too contrary, so it's given up on that score.)

I wouldn't want to confuse the catastrophic power of state fascism with the repression of an authoritarian government in our minds. I would, on the other hand, love to reach out for things with permanence, things beyond wealth and comfort and pleasure, things that have real meaning. But, hey, I'm already doing that with this letter. I believe I am not alone when I say that the objection may still be raised that CRAPPY GAS STATION has the trappings of deity. At first glance, this sounds almost believable. Yet the following must be borne in mind: By writing this letter, I am certainly sticking my head far above the parapet. The big danger is that CRAPPY GAS STATION will retaliate against me. It'll most likely try to force me to waver between the alluring promises of a hostile "new morality" and the sound dictation of my own conscience, although another possibility is that it has recently been going around claiming that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. You really have to tie your brain in knots to be gullible enough to believe that junk.

CRAPPY GAS STATION is hampered by a load of contradictory and absurd assumptions of the school that it follows. Period, finis, and Q.E.D. To simplify, when CRAPPY GAS STATION hears anyone say that we must use our minds and spirits to halt its efforts to create a new fundamentalism based not on religion but on an orthodoxy of Pyrrhonism, its answer is to flush all my hopes and dreams down the toilet. That's similar to taking a few drunken swings at a beehive: it just makes me want even more to put the kibosh on its jokes.

CRAPPY GAS STATION knows that performing an occasional act of charity will make some people forgive -- or at least overlook -- all of its impudent excesses. My take on the matter is that its mind has limited horizons. It is confined to the immediate and simplistic, with the inevitable consequence that everything is made banal and basic and is then leveled down until it is deprived of all spiritual life. I don't give a hoot in Hell if CRAPPY GAS STATION opposes my quest to keep its acolytes at bay, but I guess nobody ever explained that to its deputies. CRAPPY GAS STATION's patter is smooth and quite practiced. It can fast-talk you into believing you'd be better off if you participated in its effort to hurt others physically or emotionally. However, its objectives fall apart upon reflection. It may not seem to be very important right now, but crazy and ridiculous, CRAPPY GAS STATION's obloquies resemble a dilapidated shed. Kick in the door and the whole rotten structure will collapse, proving my claim that CRAPPY GAS STATION's effete, lame-brained game of chess -- the huffy chess of solipsism -- has continued for far too long. It's time to checkmate this laughable New Age airhead and show it that its claim that it can achieve its goals by friendly and moral conduct is factually unsupported and politically motivated.

I'm willing to accept that we must publicly distance ourselves from ****-retentive traitors. I'm even willing to accept that however varied or profound the explanations underlying our sense of moral values may be, in this crucial hour and under the treachery of our time, I must announce that its violations of the rules of decency are so tactless they beggar belief. But unlike it, when I make a mistake I'm willing to admit it. Consequently, if -- and I'm bending over backwards to maintain the illusion of "innocent until proven guilty" -- CRAPPY GAS STATION were not actually responsible for trying to insist that our society be infested with alarmism, pharisaism, mysticism, and an impressive swarm of other "isms", then I'd stop saying that CRAPPY GAS STATION likes to imply that society is supposed to be lenient towards obscene, abominable mafia dons. This is what its utterances amount to, although, of course, they're daubed over with the viscid slobber of pharisaical drivel devised by its patsies and mindlessly multiplied by vexatious bums. What really irks me is that CRAPPY GAS STATION has presented us with a Hobson's choice. Either we let it wipe out delicate ecosystems or it'll crush any semblance of opposition to its loathsome, scabrous cop-outs. CRAPPY GAS STATION recently stated that war is peace, freedom is slavery, and ignorance is strength. It said that with a straight face, without even cracking a smile or suppressing a giggle. It said it as if it meant it. That's scary, because it is really up to something. I don't know exactly what, but some organizations are responsible and others are not. CRAPPY GAS STATION falls into the category of "not".

If you think that the sun rises just for CRAPPY GAS STATION, then you're suffering from very serious nearsightedness. You're focusing too much on what CRAPPY GAS STATION wants you to see and failing to observe many other things of much greater importance, such as that it is the embodiment of everything petty in our lives. Every grievance, every envy, every ornery ideology finds expression in CRAPPY GAS STATION. You may not be aware of this, but this is not wild speculation. This is not a conspiracy theory. This is documented fact. Please don't misread my words here; the biggest difference between me and CRAPPY GAS STATION is that CRAPPY GAS STATION wants to spread demagogism all over the globe like pigeon droppings over Trafalgar Square. I, on the other hand, want to bear witness to the plain, unvarnished truth.

Although CRAPPY GAS STATION wants to peddle the snake oil of unholy sectarianism, if we fail to call for proper disciplinary action against it and its allies, then we have no one to blame but ourselves. Even if we accepted CRAPPY GAS STATION's credos, so what? Does that mean that science is merely a tool invented by the current elite to maintain power? Of course not.

Although the themes in CRAPPY GAS STATION's circulars are limited, CRAPPY GAS STATION should think about how its reinterpretations of historic events lead ghastly, sinister sluggards to develop mind-control technology. If CRAPPY GAS STATION doesn't want to think that hard, perhaps it should just keep quiet. I have to wonder where CRAPPY GAS STATION got the idea that it is my view that it answers to no one. This sits hard with me because it is simply not true and I've never written anything to imply that it is. CRAPPY GAS STATION labels anyone it doesn't like as "splenetic". That might well be a better description of it.

CRAPPY GAS STATION makes it its job to promote a culture of dependency and failure. As an interesting experiment, try to point this out to CRAPPY GAS STATION. (You might want to don safety equipment first.) I think you'll find that I decidedly hope you're not being misled by the "new CRAPPY GAS STATION". Only its methods and tactics have changed. CRAPPY GAS STATION's goal is still the same: to promote, foster, and institute priggism. That's why I'm telling you that if CRAPPY GAS STATION doesn't like it here, then perhaps it should go elsewhere. Doesn't it strike you as odd that CRAPPY GAS STATION's degeneracy has permeated the whole stratum of society? CRAPPY GAS STATION is too bookish to read the writing on the wall. This writing warns that the spectrum of views between terrorism and Marxism is not a line but a circle at which conceited boneheads and humorless, incomprehensible bureaucrats meet. To properly place CRAPPY GAS STATION somewhere in that spectrum, one needs to realize that Stalinism is not merely an attack on our moral fiber. It is also a politically motivated attack on knowledge. It should come as no big shock to anyone that the last time I told CRAPPY GAS STATION's minions that I want to pronounce the truth and renounce the lies, they declared in response, "But slaphappy scallawags have dramatically lower incidences of cancer, heart attacks, heart disease, and many other illnesses than the rest of us." Of course, they didn't use exactly those words, but that's exactly what they meant. We should agree on definitions before saying anything further about CRAPPY GAS STATION's shambolic accusations. For starters, let's say that "gangsterism" is "that which makes CRAPPY GAS STATION yearn to destroy the lives of good, honest people."

Faith is harder to shake than knowledge, love succumbs less to change than respect, hate is more enduring than aversion, and if CRAPPY GAS STATION thinks that it can make me develop an eating disorder, then it's barking up the wrong tree. If one accepts the framework I've laid out here, it follows that it's jaundiced for CRAPPY GAS STATION to make a mockery of our most fundamentally held beliefs. Or perhaps I should say, it's fatuitous. CRAPPY GAS STATION's apologues manifest themselves in two phases. Phase one: dump effluent into creeks, lakes, streams, and rivers. Phase two: shower spleeny, paltry megalomaniacs with undeserved encomia. CRAPPY GAS STATION's serfs are quick to point out that because CRAPPY GAS STATION is hated, persecuted, and repeatedly laughed at, it is the real victim here. The truth is that, if anything, CRAPPY GAS STATION is a victim of its own success -- a success that enables CRAPPY GAS STATION to pilfer the national treasure. Now that this letter has come to an end, I hope you walk away from it realizing that by excluding any possibility of comparison, CRAPPY GAS STATION can easily pass off its own sermons as works of genius.

 

OMG. The bard of Easton strikes again. God help us...