The says the Hell who gasoline ?

 She has somewhat sad green eyes...  a somewhat overwhelmed look.......

Why she has been around for 40 years.......

I asked for 10.00 worth.... asked her how she was doing.. and she said fine sir..

I mumbled to myself you've seen me around  for 40 years  and call me Sir...?

I fumbled to get the keys and remove the locked gas cap.. the fuel door held shut with some blue gum.

I put the nozzle in... and pressed the 87 Octane button..  WTF.......... click click click... No Gas...  I pulled myself together to go back inside now and see  WHY..........

I  donned my crappy dirty mask again and went back in...

As I came in the door.. she said... 'YOU waited to long to begin pumping'

She reset the button and I said... 'Shall I run'  ? 

The Says the Hell who gasoline?  How long I should take to pump?

Imagine  I've waited to long..................... why I am soooooooo Sorry...

Who sets the pace and why?

and  the preferring of:  not to participate in  game plan...  upon whose authority anyway?