Speedy No More

This week I’m mourning the loss of a good friend, the Mobil gas station on the way to work. With my trusty Mobil SpeedPass, the visits with my friend were so brief they rivaled the race car’s pit stops at the Daytona 500. I waved the pass at the pump, Pegasus lit up and I refueled instantly.

The part I’ll miss the most, besides my Pump #2, is the lack of human interaction. I didn’t have to cheerfully greet anyone, scramble for cash or wait in line to pay. I speedpass’d the transaction and never once went inside. It was almost like getting free gas, like I was getting away with something.

I know there are other Mobil stations in the area but none are as convenient as my friend. There were right-turns in and out of the place and along my route to work in the morning. It was part of my routine for many years and I’ll have trouble adjusting. My eye twitches at the thought of having to exchange pleasantries with the station attendant at some new place. My therapist and I will have plenty to talk about this week.

On a good note, the SpeedPass still activates the S.I.T.S. underground transportation system run by that secret government agency. It’s been a while since I’ve talked about the huge conspiracy I uncovered in college.

Remind me to tell you about it sometime.