I hate pumping gas

I don't like pumping gas, and lucky for me, Marty is easily influenced by my pouty face so he usually does it. But on occasion, I do have to pump my own gas. Here is why I hate pumping gas:

• The nozzles are gross and dirty
• It smells
• I never know if I'm being paranoid about holding my credit card out while standing there, because I'm sure this is an easy place to rob a girl
• I get shocked a lot, and this is one place that I'm always getting shocked and then afraid I'm going to start a fire
• Because of this:
• Credit/or Debit? (credit)
• One moment please
• Please swipe card (swipe)
• One moment please
• Enter zip code (I enter my zip code)
• One moment please
• Would you like a car wash? (NO)
• One moment please
• Would you like a receipt? (NO)
• One moment please
• Select fuel grade
• One moment please
• Begin fueling (It's about effing time!)

However, all of these reasons still don't make me want to move to New Jersey.

(Okay, for those of you who don't know, you aren't allowed to pump your own gas in New Jersey. They have attendants for that)