The other night, I pulled up to a gas station, rolled down my window, turned off my car, and popped open my gas tank.
Nobody came to help me.
I leaned out the window and looked behind me to see a kid doing something on his cell phone with his back to me. He was within the warm confines of that little booth where the gas-pumpers sit when there are no cars to be fueled.
Notice that I said, when there are NO cars.
I had driven directly by him, so he undoubtedly knew that I was there.
I scowled at him through my side mirror. What the hell, kid? Do your fucking job!