Last night we traveled two hours north of New York City to Bard College in Annandale, NY. This was our first venture out of the five boroughs, so we were in need of gas. Making it through the Lincoln Tunnel into New Jersey, after the skyline was behind us, I started looking for a gas station.
The first couple stations were passed by because they didn't look to have much of a food/beverage selection. Finally seeing one that seemed to have plenty of coffee, I pulled in. Upon stopping, a guy came up to the car and asked, "How much?"
"Oh, I can do it myself. Thank you though."
His look let me know how dumb he thought I was. "It's full service. You can't pump it."
Out of my mouth: "Oh, I'm sorry. Thank you - but I'm going to keep going. My mistake."
In my head: "There is NO way I'm paying extra for someone to pump my gas."
We drove on. Pulled into another gas station only to pull out when we saw it had an army of guys, all with matching shirts, waiting to fill 'er up. We passed a ton of "Full Service" stations, but still did the in and out thing a couple more times because a few of them didn't have clear signs of what type of station they were.
Me to Jeannette, "I'm not going to sit in the car and watch someone pay for my gas, paying them for something I can do."
After driving for a while, she says, "You might have to give in."
My stubbornness responded with, "No I won't."
Mind you, we were just under a quarter of a tank upon entering the Lincoln Tunnel. It had been 20-30 minutes when we had pulled into the station where I got the accusatory look of being dumb. So she was saying this because we really did need to find a station rather quickly. At the same time, I really didn't need someone to pump the gas for me.
Fortunately, within another five minutes or so we came to a station with "Self" written on every pump. It was written in large, bold letters so that stubborn, cheapskates like me could see it from the highway. With smirk firmly in place, as I was getting out of the car I said to Jeannette, "See, not paying someone to pump my gas."
Is anyone else like this? Is it prudence or just being cheap?
Completely understand that the attendants are trying to earn a living. I get that and don't have a problem with it at all. That's just not a service I want to spend my money on. Similarly, there are other things I hate to have to pay other people do:
- Push my cart of luggage from the car to my hotel room
- Park my car and retrieve it for me
- Load my luggage onto a shuttle
There aren't any control issues here. In my mind, it's all about the money and trying to save mine.
So, is it prudence or being a cheapskate? Who's with me and who's rolling their eyes?