Some good news: So far I haven’t been ripped-off by the highly-questionable convenience store I wrote about yesterday. When I first got there I tried to buy gas from a pump that wouldn’t work. But when I went inside to talk with Mr. Helpful, he said the pump was on, and ready to go. We couldn’t get it to work, though, and he eventually told me to use the other side.
And I was convinced that he pulled his K Car with one blue door up to the first side of the pump and filled his tank — the moment I left. I just KNEW there would be two charges to my bank card, but there was only one. So… I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think that whole horrible ordeal has turned out to be a bullet-dodged. Never again!
A few of you suggested I download the GasBuddy app to my phone, and I did. Last night I checked it, and that shitty dump is the second closest gas station to my job. And someone told me the closest place closes at 11, so I guess I was led to the right spot. I will make sure my heft never again darkens the door of that weird little homicide, scratch-offs, and coffee emporium. I haven’t felt so vulnerable since I left Atlanta. Shit.
Wednesdays are tough on me, because I have to be at work an hour early for a meeting. So, this is going to have to do for now. And I’m going to have to rely on you guys to rescue me…
In the comments section, please tell us your stories about running out of gas. I used to do it a lot when I was in my 20s, but my nerves can’t handle it anymore. Do you have any good runnin’ on empty tales? Please bring us up to date.
Also, have you ever discovered any dodgy charges on your credit card account, or bank card, or whatever?
A few years ago I went to the local Waffle House and paid with my bank card, and it was charged two or three additional times — for various small amounts — over the next week. I think one of the employees was paying for meals with it — for them or a friend. I started raising hell and threatening to call the cops, and it stopped happening. Bastards.
So, there ya go. This is slightly better than no update, right? …Hello?
I’ll be back tomorrow. I’m off on Thursday, so there should be no disgraceful half-assery.
See ya then!
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WB in OH says
Mark E says
My ex and I got lost in the Custer National Forest in Montana on a snowy night. we ran out of gas and thought we were going to have to eat our smaller dog but along comes a guy in a big 4×4 truck. He offfers to tow us into town with his handy chain and even offered to let us stay at his place in Gillette WY. We ended up letting him tow us to the gas station and drove back to Pueblo, CO. That guy was our gaurdian angel that night though.
I worked at the hospital in Gillette, WY for a brief time. Great hospital, boring-as-hell town.
JeffInDenver (InCleveland) says
Pueblo, CO – what a miserable, beige shithole. I lived there from 1977 – 1989. Couldn’t wait to get out.
WB in OH says
Slightly better indeed!
Never let the car get below 1/2 full. It takes a while to really convince yourself its a good idea but once you do you can’t get stuck. Also a roadside assistance policy would cover ran out of gas and at about $30 a year its better than being stranded in the middle of Pennsyl-tucky in the middle of the night
The small purchases are usually a test to see if you or your account company will catch it. Did you cancel the card?
Buddy and I were in Vegas for a golf trip and stayed on Fremont St. The beer cooler need restocking for the next day so we drove a couple of blocks to a 7-11. What a difference a couple of blocks distance can make! We were in the full-on HOOD! (with the WAY wrong skin tone) Nothing but 40s, hair nets and unfriendly looks towards us as far as the eye could see. Got out alive with the case of Coronas and some spotting of the underwear.
Yikes, I know Vegas quite well (have a lot of family who lives there) so I know where you’re talking about. Vegas makes the strip & Fremont St. look like it’s a lot of fun, but once you enter either side of them you quickly find out things aren’t so great. ESPECIALLY downtown. Holy Geebus, I was in a car once with a friend of a friend (going to a party where my cousin, her co-worker was) & I swore that guy was taking me off the beaten path to kill me. By the time we got through the side-streets of downtown he probably thought I was Rainman because of the constant rocking, chest-hugging and mumbling I was doing. Now I just steer clear of the strip & downtown all together & visit local casinos in Henderson. No Kevlars required there…
I’ve never run out of gas but I did let the tank get dangerouly low forcing me to go to the goddamn crook down the hill from work. The other day I paid $4.05 a gallon from that prick. The county is trying to pass a law that these bastards can’t put $3.79 on their marquee only to drive up and find out that’s the CASH price and that the credit card price is a dime more. Who the hell packs $60 with them anymore? (and that’s to fill a Kia – not an SUV).
I had a fight with American Express (and lost) because we had to cancel a hotel reservation due to a hurricane/tornado/Nor”easter/”Holy shit the roof is flapping” weather event but we didn’t cancel 48 hours ahead.
Average Jane says
I’ve had my credit and debit card numbers stolen several times. I’m never sure if it can be credited to skimmers, waiters, database hacks or what.
A few weeks ago I had a similar experience at a sketchy gas station and I ended up just leaving and going somewhere else. I have been keeping a close eye on my account ever since, though.
You used to run out of gas a lot when you were in your twenties? Isn’t that one of those things that happens once and then you learn from it?
Warren Ferguson says
I got charged $70 for a gas fill up on my Visa for an Amoco station in a town I hadn’t been in for years. I challanged it and found out the purchase was at BP station in another location. Although I could mathmatically prove my vehicle tank wouldn’t hold $70
of gas I couldn’t prove I didn’t purchase. Rather than lower my credit score I ate the charge. Later, a waiter at a Mexican Restaurant across the road from the BP was arrested for stealing numbers off customers credit cards. I had never esten there but seemed like a real coincidence
In a former life, I drove a 1968 Mustang with 302 engine and a 4 barrel carb. I had left the house to visit a friend, and forgot my wallet at home. Of course, I ran out of gas a the top of a hill. Luckily, I was able to coast down the hill to a gas station but had no money on my person to pay for gas. Luckily again, I had two roll of dimes in the glove box. Saved my ass. Now I drive a Ford F-150 that beeps and bitches at me when I get down to my last 60 miles…
I used to drive an old beat up Rambler and the gas gauge didn’t work. I met a lot of guys that way. 🙂
As for my credit cards–I was shopping in Indy one day and got a call from my credit card company telling me there were some strange charges on my card. Somebody had gotten my number, bought tickets to Rio and stayed in a suite at a Hyatt for a couple of weeks before they were finally arrested. I kept calling the company because there were new charges every day. They finally blocked the account so I couldn’t see it anymore. The only place I had used that particular card was an online place called Digging Dog Nursery. Not that I think they used it but maybe somebody working there or something. Scared the crap out of me!!!
Jeff, still check your account daily for a while. Last month I was almost out of gas & in desperation turned into a shit-hole ARCO station to fill up. I despise ARCO, but like I said, I was desperate so there was no other option. I ran my card through their reader & filled up. Got my receipt & left. Two days later I logged into my checking account to find that $600+ had been removed for various crap charges I had not authorized (UPS, UHaul, Expedia, etc.) I called my bank & they had to close out that debit card, send me a new one & remove the charges and fines I received (because that put me in overdraft…grrrr…) Luckily my bank was awesome & everything was taken care of that day & they overnighted me a new card, but I did find out through their fraud nerd that the #1 source of ATM/Debit fraud occurs at gas station pumps. He said either the card reader has been fixed so someone within a 500′ radius with a laptop receives your card number & CCV code or someone is sitting very nearby in a parked vehicle with a similar style setup only their laptop/phones receive the card info through various illegal apps. Once they get the info they usually immediately start buying stuff online before the owner of the card catches it (usually within 24-48 hours).
All in all, please be sure to keep checking. Good luck!
I run out of gas because I always assume I can make one more trip. I ran out in August about two blocks from a gas station.
I’ve also been very good at eeking out the last bit of mileage from my car, a toyota echo with a clutch can travel pretty far if the hills are right.
Once coasted my van on route 32 (Or is it Ohio 7 at that point) into a gas station outside of Belpre, OH for about 5 miles. It finally stopped about 500 ft away and we were able to get it started once more, gunned the thing till it died getting as much speed as possible and rolled right up to the pump.
I think the place is also a pizza place or sandwich shop.
I got ripped off a while back when I thought I was buying shirts from a website – Target I think it was. A whole bunch of charges appeared that had to do with something called X-Box Live. I don’t play video games, so I caught it right away.
I had to fill out a bunch of forms at the bank. And get a new card.
When I first got my new 1997 Jeep Cherokee, I ran out of gas along one of the most dangerous roads in Pittsburgh, only to find out that the gas gauge was off. When the needle got to 1/4 tank, it registered empty. The dealership fixed it and never had a problem afterwards.
Six months after we broke up, my asshole ex took the liberty of helping himself to 3 credit cards using my SS#, my mother’s maiden name and using me as the primary card holder….unbeknownst to me
I was applying for something and was asked why I didn’t disclose info about the 3 cc cards. Surprise! I called each cc commpany’s fraud department and filed a complaint. Wotta a fucking nightmare that was. It took me almost a year to clean up that bullshit. He went on a little shopping spree and bought, amoung other things, a Rolex watch for himself, an engagement ring for his mistress, car sterio/music, etc…
Two of the cc companies said they were going to press charges of fraud and forgery. Then…here’s the kicker…not only would they drop the charges if he paid them off completely within 30 days…they even offered him a card in his OWN name. Unfuckingbelieveable.
It took me longer to clean up my credit than it did for him to get his own cards from the very same companies.
Jeebus, Bikerchick! That’s a horrible betrayal. Glad you eventually got your credit cleaned up. Unbelievable that the credit card company offered him a card. If you ever see him again will you run his ass over on your bike?
Here’s something to cheer you up about that, Yappin’ Yinzers!:
Gretchen: I never see him…thankfully.
Yinzer dolls…..Awesome! I only wish I thought of it first!! Too funny!!
My wife and I were purchasing our first home. Unfortuantely her ex sister in law had the exact same name as my wife. Ex sis was bouncing checks, not paying credit card bills, and was a total wreck.
Unfortunately, the mortgage company didn’t put the name up against a Social Security number, and we were turned down initially. After weeks of work on our part, we were approved.
Okay, here’s my story about being an asshole “Ex.”
I had been married 4 months to the on again/off again love of my life. Somehow she came back into my life and we got married a week after my current girlfriend was raped and murdered.
So, we moved from Washington back to WV so I could be an auctioneer. Two months later estranged Dad got killed in a headon crash at the shipping terminal. I thought she hated him because she always said she did. I treated it thusly, got her on the first flight out of Columbus, and kept our stepson.
Well. a one week stay in Seattle turned into eternity…and a short stay in the mental hospital,
So, we’re going through the divorce thing, but she had some furniture she bought before we were married and brought back to WV.
So, I get a call from her finance company and the woman was totally threatening me. I told her the stuff was purchased before I got married, hence, “not my problem.”
After an “Oh!” from her she told me they wanted to come and reposess the furniture. I told her “Fine, I’ll put it out in the front yard, but you’d better hurry, it looks like it’s gonna rain.
Now the “Asshole” part. 10 minutes later she called back and told me they didn’t have any repo people in WV. She said, “But I noticed when I called that your receptionist said it was an auction company? How much would you charge to auction off the furniture?” I told her “10% and we’ll have a check to you in a couple of weeks”
Now the TOTAL asshole part. The woman gave me my ex-wifes unlisted phone number, The credit woman and I kept in touch and even dated briefly when I was out West.
Bikerchick, I dunno if I can top your Ex, but back in the day I was pretty good at being bad.
Holy shit, cc. At least you recognize the fact and admit being a jerk. My Ex honestly thought he did nothing wrong. He could not understand why I was so upset and why I was pressing charges since he was “making the payments on time”. According to him, he was improving my credit and I was ruining HIS name by having the fraud dept go after him.
Last fall, we were moving from Oregon to Boston, so we packed up the dog and some gear and headed East. Somewhere in bf wyoming, the gas light came on. Our GPS told us that the nearest gas station was something like 25 miles away, which is not good when you’re driving a car shaped like a brick full of people and dogs and shit.
We call our GPS “the nanny”. We dared her to screw with us, and followed her advice. Finding the gas station involved getting off the highway and winding amongst farmland and dirt roads and train tracks.
We didn’t find the gas station, but instead found a police roadblock. The told us to turn around and leave the area. I asked why, and they refused to answer. The cop directed us back to the gas station, which was attached to what looked like an abandoned shack. The parking lot was dirt, and had more pot holes than Jerry Garcia’s smoking jacket. There were no lights on. Anywhere. Just our headlights and the Milky Way. My wife was convinced it was closed, but I persevered. She suspected I was about to get mugged or something. I did not. I bought some incredibly expensive gas, and made ourselves scarce.
Here’s the story: http://billingsgazette.com/news/state-and-regional/montana/article_f6b1246e-eed0-11e0-987a-001cc4c002e0.html
Only thing i saw on my move was trains.
“…more pot holes than Jerry Garcia’s smoking jacket” HOLY SHIT that gave me a good chuckle!
Some interesting names in that story.
John Pretty On Top?
Way back around 1980, I was living in Main at a hunting lodge in a little town called Molunkus. I needed a cheap car and found one in the want ads (a ’72 Ford Pinto… the kind with the das tank that blows up!). It was 45 minutes away in the nearest civilization, Millinocket. So, the two guys I was staying with and I made an evening of it. I bought the car and we left it at the guys house and hit the town to party.
Two of us met a couple of girls and were hooking up with them, so the third took off back to the lodge. The girls dropped us off at the car at about 2:00 AM (or so) and took off. The gas was low, but I wanted to get home so I told Dan that it gets 32 miles to the gallon so we’ll make it back OK.
Sure enough, the gas ran out 5 miles from the lodge in the middle of nowhere. Dan kept saying “32 miles per gallon!!!” to me the whole walk back.
After a few days I finally got back to the car and put gas in it but it wouldn’t start! Oh well, after I got it fixed it served it’s purpose as a cheap ride for a couple of years, and I had a memorable night with the girls and the run out of gas story.
oh great im supoosed to be meeting up with a friend at the waffle house today lol no lie. oh well shes treating so who cares. also if you have AAA they will bring you gas if you run out. my ex bf always ran out of gas, he got a thrill seeing how many times he can push it till it died. there were far too many times i was stuck waiting on the side of the road for him while he hitched a ride to the nearest gas station. loser.
My cousin did the same thing before he got married, however, he did carry a can of gas with him. Except one day, he already used his emergency gas and got within two blocks of my house, even though he had passed a gas station on the way here… Argh.. Good thing I had gas for the lawn mower. I tell ya…
WB in OH says
Was this before or after the Seinfeld episode?
Bill in WV says
Exactly what I was going to ask.
In the case of my cousin, he was doing that crap long before seinfeld. Hell, he was doing that crap when all we had was three channels and cable tv was still a few years away.
Tipsey McChugney says
I was once charged for something I did not purchase on-board a flight, but the airline refunded the amount after I complained to them. I am still mad at Yoko Ono for this, however.
I’ve never run out of fuel in my own vehicles, I usually tend to fill up between the 1/2 and 1/4 mark when its convienient for me to do.
My work vehicles, while I have run them dry, it was due to other failures as well. Keep in mind they are dual fuel, so there is quite a bit of range to them with lots of reserve to get you back home at the end of the day.
-Doing county service calls, was out in the middle of nowhere returning back to the shop, I had 3/4 tank of gasoline, and natural gas was just about to run out. So I flick the switch and the van runs for a moment and I hear a thud. Damn. Fuel pump gave out. That was a tow to a place that had natural gas filling stations so I gassed up and finished the trip with natural gas. When I got back to the shop the thing was by my calculations 10miles from going dry again. (we have our own filling station, so no big deal).
-Another fuel pump failure in a different van. This time it happened when I was sitting at a light and I felt and heard a big thunk. Thought I got rear ended but nobody was behind me. Light goes green and I hit the gas… Uh Oh., Flick her to natural gas and had just enough fumes to feather foot the van the few blocks back to the shop.
-Somebody was using my van, rat bastards where using gasoline, so I’m doing a run out to the county, middle of no where again and any gas station would have meant a detour. So I go into hypermiler mode and again try to eek out every last bit of distance out of the natural gas, when it finally gives out I coast her out as far as she’ll go and flick ‘er to gasoline, and continue… I’m getting closer to town and a known gas station and my needle is going down… I’m get to the last few miles and the needle is on E. Decision time… slightly longer run and utilize a downhill stretch of highway (gas station on the corner) or head to my originally intended gas station… I’m coasting down the hill… letting gravity do all the work… Just the occasional hit on the throttle to keep me less of a rolling obstacle and I get to the gas station, I swear the thing coughed once as I pulled to the pump, but damn that was too close.
So, if you are going to have a fuel pump failure, having natural gas can help.
Don’t trust your co-workers with your work van-or assume they’ll fill things back up when they are done… Rat bastards…
Considering that your coworkers are the same ones who will steal your lunch, get you sick, and expect you to eat their dog hair casserole on pot luck day, I wouldn’t trust them with one of my farts.
T. Farty McAppleass says
We caught a guy at Chili’s fucking with our bill. I rounded the bill up to $30, I think it was a $7 tip. But there was $60 taken from my bank. Turns out the waiter drew a 3 in front of my 7 and got himself an extra $30. He was doing it a shitload, turns out.
I ran out of gas only once. It was about 2:00 in the morning, but I knew there was a store ahead. I pushed the car to the shoulder the best I could then turned on the hazard lights. By the time I got the gas back to the car the fucking battery was dead. It was three hours before someone had the goddamn decency to stop and help me out. That was such a shitty experience that I don’t let my gas get below 1/4 a tank now.
I was doing an expense account for someone at work and we found out that a waiter did the same thing – fucked with the tip so he got somehting like $45 instead of $15.
You should have called the cops. All you did was allow them to move on to the next guy. Restaurant employees are notorious for skimming this way. I have a job in bank fraud – suck it up and report it!!!!!
downstate Chumbolone says
I have a couple running out of gas stories.
most recently, I had a Buick riviera (love that car) and used to make weekend trips frequently to look in on my parents lake house in Missouri (i live in Central IL).
since gas here is ridiculously high, and MO prices are often 25 cents a gallon cheaper, its wise to fill up once you cross the border. Well, that often leads to limping into the border on fumes.
One very cold winter day, I leave town with 1/2 tank of gas indicated. thats 2 tiems what one needs for a 90 mile run to Missouri.
Well…. I surmise that something was frozen in the tank, it was COLD out. about 3/4 of the way there, the fuel light is on, I’m way below E. Now, I can make it to the border if I just squeeze out 18 miles, or I can be smart and stop at the last highway robbery place in IL for a few gallons.
I made the wrong choice. Ran out of gas. Of course, being male, no way is anyone going to stop. I get out of car, pop the hood, and try to get back in – farking door is locked! WTF! I’m stuck outside, in a light jacket, no gloves or hat, sun going down, no cell phone – its in the car!
fortunately the passenger door opens (mystery on what happened with the door locking), I climb in and call AAA. it won’t accept my card number, and you can’t get to a live human on the phone. I’m screwed.
Karma smiled at me that day. Some guy in a ratty old toyota with his life’s possessions in the back seat and holes in the floorboard pulled over. Drove me to get gas and back, and only accepted a free cup of coffee for his efforts.
I no longer try to reach the border any more. I stash a gallon of gas in the trunk (ok not totally safe, but WTF).
Secong story. from my youth. Had an old 650 yamaha motorcycle. i used to run out of gas all the time – cycles don’t have gas gauges.
I pushed that mother all over central IL. when I went to sell it, I told th ebuyer, yeah, the only problem I had was running out of gas. he says, well, it does have a reserve right? uh… turns out you turn the gas valve 180 degrees opposite and you have reserve. All those times I pushed that fuckin bike, I had a full reserve in it!
for that, I deserve the title of Chumbolone.
I haven’t run out of gas in a long time. After doing it a few times during my misspent youth, I realized how much it sucks and now I don’t let it happen anymore.
So far I have not caught anyone mokeying with credit card charges. The only place I use a debit card is a) at a BANK cash machine and 2) Costco, since they don’t take credit cards.
Phil Jett says
I have never run out of gas. I don’t remember even coming close.
I can’t believe people actually use debit cards. The way people steal numbers, etc. it just seems like you are asking to lose cash from your checking account. To get that money back you are going to have to come up with some real proof it wasn’t you that made the charge (s). Get a good credit card and have some discipline and pay it off every month out of your checking.
I always keep my restaurant/bar receipts that show the tip I’ve left and keep them until the charge shows on my account. Twice a waiter added to their tip after the fact. Both times I went back to the restaurant to get them canned.
You sir, are my hero of the day.
When we moved from OR to MO a few years ago we had issues with my husband’s debit card. We noticed some charges made in Alaska and called the bank. They quickly took care of it and sent him a new card. They told us the charges were made at a gas station in northern Alaska. I love our bank. They are very easy to work with. They also contact us when they think there is an issue. Around that same time we went on a shopping spree one day to buy furniture for our house. They put a freeze on our card and called up to verify our activity for the day. I’m sure every bank does that, but I had never spend enough in a day to worry anyone.
Just 6 months after graduation with my electrical engineering degree, I bought a shiny little red BMW, used. I’ll admit that at that time I might have looked just bit like a dork, since rectified. OK, maybe I still do. So, I’m driving about a mile from campus, gas light has been on quite a while, but there’s a gas station on my way home, no problem. The car starts to sputter and cut out, jerking me around like a bobblehead. It finally dies for good 1 block short. I did manage to pull into a driveway so I’m not blocking traffic. I’m sitting there, wondering how I can steer AND push my car the one block to the station on a very busy road. I’m gonna get killed. I was lost in thought and didn’t notice 2 smokin’ hot coeds in short skirts and high heels walking up. ‘Hey, cute car!’ one says. I reply, ‘Yes, why yes it is, but I’m ahhhh out of gas. Could you steer while I push? I just gotta go a block up.’ The girls back away, look at each other, mumbling to themselves. I can’t tell, are they are smirking at some dork who is presumptuous enough to ask them for help? But they look nervous. What the hell? They’ll be in the car, what could I do to them?
‘Were kinda nervous to drive your car. How about if you steer and we push?’ So that’s how I found myself being pushed down the road by 2 sexy girls in short skirts and high heels. I still don’t know how they pulled that off, but they must have looked good doing it, judging by the appreciative honks they were getting. As they push me into the gas station, every man, woman, and even some children are looking at me with a mixture of awe and wtf? These chicks are clearly out of my league, but they are hot and sweaty, disheveled from pushing my dorky ass down the road. I thank them and they go back to walking down the street. I am too dazed to even offer them a ride! or get their names…
“Dear Penthouse Letters… ” =-)
If I’m in a restaurant, I try to pay for the meal with a credit card but leave a cash tip. This way, I’ll know the waiter/waitress actually gets the tip right then and there without having to fuck around with a charge card. On the receipt for the credit card where it has the tip slot, I write across “LEFT CASH” or “ON TABLE” so they can’t scrw with it.
yeah i do the same thing, i leave a cash tip and draw a line through the tip section.
Never ever ran out of gas, although I got exceptionally close one Winter night in North Dakota. I thought there were gas stations open in Wall, ND, but there was nothing. I put the truck on econo cruise and made it to a Conoco station just outside the Air Force base in Rapid City.
As to being ripped off on credit cards, it has only happened to me once. One call to Visa, and the problem was solved. However, I have had my card denied on occasion when I was driving across the country. Apparently if you drive from Seattle to St. Marys, WV in 48 hours, some red flags go up at Visa due to the time and distance of the gas stops.
That was heck of a great road trip. I got stopped by the Ohio Highway Patrol on I-77 just south of Cambridge. Man, that guy was pissed! He was in the nothbound lane and I was going south with the gas pedal on the floor. He turned around, and I saw his lights flashing in the distace about the time I was approaching Marietta and slowed down to the legally mandated 55 MPH.
He puled me over and asked, “How fast were you going?” I asked him if he had me on radar, and if I told him would he ticket me for it.
He said, “No I didn’t have you on radar, but really pisses me off is that when I went by, you looked at me and didn’t slow down!”
I looked him right in the eye and said, “Well, if you can’t ticket me for it, the speedometer onlnly goes to 100 MPH, but going by the tachometer I was doing 104 MPH.
My Ohio-born husband says that the Ohio Highway Patrol are serious hardasses. I’m surprised you didn’t get a club on your skull for your sass mouth.
Bill in WV says
What they are is dicks.
Ooooops, sorry for the geograhical error, Wall is in SOUTH Dakota.
You could call it “North – or was it South? – Dakota”.
I’m sitting on this for now but:
The bar I went to last night:
Bill was 25.65, I tipped 4.35 which seems low but that is for two beers and cheese fries. So dollar a beer and 2.35 on 8 dollar cheese fries. My pending shows 30.78 which is exactly 20% higher than 26.65. On the whole bill I tipped 16.3% and 17.4% if you ignore tax. I think those are reasonable amounts for 3 items. I’m hoping the 20% thing is just a hold they do and that it’ll correct itself. But I’m a little annoyed.
Two questions, am I reasonable with my tip?
And do you think it might just be a hold.
For the record:
Purchases were chili cheese fries ($8), Dogfish head Raison D’etre ($8), and Stone Sublimely Self Righteous Ale ($9)
Seems like a reasonable tip to me. It’s not like some scrawny 90 pound waif slammed a Flintstones rack of ribs down.
I know I’m living in a bygone era but $9 for a beer blows my friggin head because a 6 pack wouldn’t be $54.
Yeah, it was a bit high. They had one (Dogfish one world stout) $32 for a 12 oz bottle.
That thing better come with a fleshlight.
It better come with a world.
I probably would have tipped $5 on that (20% on $25), but 4.35 doesn’t seem terribly out of line.
Bill in WV says
I never run out since I installed the wind turbines on top of my F150. Thanks Mr. Obama.
WTF is this world coming to:
This calls for a rousing renditon of “Kumbaya”.
After a moment of silence.
And a candlelight vigil.
A. Vandelay says
Funny seeing one post about the gas stations in ever lovin’ Wall, SD. Once I happened to share a ride from Bozeman, MT to BFE, WV with a club-footed native American guy. He was an alright dude, but his foot kept him from driving any distance. I’m a tank or two at a time guy, so having him take over, only to pull in after an hour or so had me a bit pissed. He did have a Cadillac, which was almost cool. Had an onboard computer that told you, among other things, how much father you could go with your fuel. As we neared Wall, SD it was counting down fast.
We made it to Wall, but it was the middle of the night and the gas stations were shut up tight. Being 20 and the impatient type, I talked him into getting back on the road and seeing what we could find. Another couple miles, and the computer is counting down 5, 4, 3, then it says it can’t come up with a number. After a few minutes we roll into a truck stop on fumes and life is good.
After turning and burning, the first really big city we hit was Indianapolis. My cohort was off the res from the ends of Montana and had never been around anything bigger than Billings, MT. When he was driving on the interstate and there were multi-level cloverleafs & interchanges his brain just shut down and he pulled over on the side of the road, brain-locked from the sensory overload. So I also got to drive through all the cities as well as most of the road miles. I talked my mom into springing for a plane ticket to get back to Bozeman.
When I was 19 I ran out of gas in the drive-thru at Arby’s in my Subaru Brat. I hopped out and pushed it back to a parking space and walked up to get my food. This was on Broad Street in Richmond, VA, and I grabbed my chow from the confused lackey and walked next door to the gas station w/ my gas can.