The perfect pump is possible. Don't believe me? I have evidence. And just to stick it to you, I paid with my Discover card.
I put the pump in the gas tank, started it up, waited patiently. And with one final flourish of a dismount, almost poetic in its perfect combination of grace and dexterity, ended exactly at $30.00. If I died right now, my life would be nearly complete.
I wonder if people from inner ring suburbs, like Edina or Richfield, think people from Lakeville or Farmington are country hicks. I was thinking that as I drove back from Richfield tonight. I mean, it's a bit of a drive, at least 15 minutes. There's more unnecessary distances, more open space, yada, yada, yada. Maybe I'm like that person who comes from the north of Brazil to try and make my living in Rio. Except I'm just driving up Cedar Avenue. Whatever, just a thought.
The perfect pump. I am master of my domain.
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