The cheery "Thank You! Come Back Soon!" printed on the bottom of the credit card receipt from the gas pump is somewhat offputting when the price of petrol is hovering around US$2.50 per gallon and realistically one knows that this is as good as it will ever get. No. Thank you. I do not want to come back soon. I want to space out the time between visits to the gas station.
Gas station, filling station, service station… now that one is a hoot. They’ve been driving the service out of service stations for as long as I can remember. There was a time when thirty cent gas put profits in the owners pocket and paid for full time help to check the oil and radiator, clean the windshield, AND pump the gas while we sat on our fat flat asses in the car. Now the employment picture has been narrowed, the profit margin widened, and almost every service station attendant and most of the cashiers fired. So I pay at the pump and pump my own gas and the pump tells me to come back soon.
See any parallels between the Diebold automated teller "cash machines" and the employment picture at your local retail bank? Diebold of course has automated voting to the point where poll workers aren’t required. Hell, you don’t really need the voters at this point. The whole thing runs on Texas crude.
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“The whole thing runs on Texas crude.”
Friggin brilliant, frank.