I took a later lunch today so that my co-workers could tend to their "more important than mine" lives.
I perused the local eateries and finally settled on - Taco Bell. I think I have a death wish or something.
Anyway - I order my Taquitos - which kinda ended up tasting like a grilled cheese sandwich rolled up, with chicken, and Sour Cream - and decide to go pump gas.
Once I figure out which side my tank is on (I can never remember!) I pull out my brand spankin' new American Express card (thanks, babycakeshead!) and start the pump.
After I regain consciousness - my first thought is this: I may have to start turning tricks for petrol.
I can see my sign now:
WILL PULL A RABBIT OUT OF A HAT FOR GAS MONEY!