I did it.  I caved for a savings of 3¢/litre.  I have failed against my own credence:  Thou Shalt Not Pump Thine Own Gas.  I have fallen short.  I am ashamed.  My BFF is disappointed.  It was my only thing.

It's not that I'm above it, it's just that for what amounts to a difference of something like 60¢ why should I get out of the car when someone will do it for me?  And clean my windshield.  And my headlights.  And make faces at my kids in the back seat.  And talk to me through my open window and say things like, "beautiful day," or "drive safe."  Why should I go through life with hands that smell like gasoline?

So, today I reclaim my Pump Virginity.  I name myself a Secondary Pump Virgin and there's nothing you can do about it.

No, I don't care what you think.

Go ahead and wish you were as awesome as I am!