Gas-N-Go

I got so used to living in Oregon, when I stopped for gas in California, I waited twenty minutes for the attendant to come out of the Gas-N-Go. I thought the guy was busy filling up other cars or taking a piss or whatever. Then somebody waiting behind me honked and yelled, “hey, buddy, what are you delusional?” and I realized I was in a self-service state, so I handed myself the credit card and asked if I could fill it up with Regular.