It seemed an ordinary enough gas station. Being in Oregon, however, we weren’t allowed to pump our own gas.
"Do you need some gas?"
I told the guy to fill it and went to the attached store to get a soda. The store turned out to be a cheesy gift shop so we went back to the car. I immediately noticed that our friendly attendant hadn’t even put the nozzle in my car yet. He finished the windshield and said, “Thirteen dollars.” Incredulous, I handed him my plastic and made a bee-line for the cab as he headed into the store. I checked my gas gauge and sure enough, it registered an empty tank. The attendant came back and handed me the credit slip on a clipboard. I again asked him if he had put the gas in yet.
“Yeah.”
I showed him the gas gauge. With a blank face he went back and started pumping gas into my car. The gauge immediately began moving. He looked at it to be sure, said, “Yep.” and went back to filling my tank.
He brought me a new credit slip. Robert had previously asked him for an Oregon map. It was on the credit slip. I asked Robert if he had got it yet. He hadn’t. The attendant went back and got us the map, returning with a stoned idiot grin on his face.
Getting out of the car at the store across the street, I noticed the gas filler door was open. Upon closer inspection, I saw the gas cap was missing. Shaking my head as I went, I walked back across the street and found the gas cap sitting on the pump.
As I picked it up, the same attendant walked up and asked if I needed some gas.