Diatribe: Grating Local Commercials On Loud Televisions At Gas Pumps That Don’t Print Receipts.
“What are we going to do today?” I asked last Saturday morning when, for the first time in what seemed like months we had a day on our calendar that was completely open. It had been so long since we had any free time that a dozen projects had been set aside for a day just like this.
“Let’s go on a day trip. We can drive to the other side of the city, browse through some antique stores and have lunch at that little place with the fantastic coconut cream pie that we like so much,” was the welcomed reply.
It took very little persuading (“pie”) to make me forget the looming chores and get me into the car and we were on our way. As we exited from the highway we stopped to fill the car’s tank and use the restroom.
This particular filling station was in a relatively upscale neighborhood and appeared to be a relatively new facility. The pumps were digital and each had a computer screen in the front, at chest level, that served as the home screen when making payment in advance for gasoline purchases.
Left alone at the pump on my relaxing outing I encountered what I’ll henceforth refer to as a Triple-Diatribe … the Grating Local Commercials On Loud Televisions At Gas Pumps That Don’t Print Receipts episode of January 2014.
Once I began to fill the tank, like I’d done dozens of times before, the screen magically became an extraordinarily loud television blaring news headlines and weather updates from across the nation and an assortment of grating advertisements for local businesses. The headlines and advertisements seemed to get louder and faster, one beginning before the last was completely finished, in a race to show me as much materials as possible during the short time that it takes to fill an average car’s gasoline tank.
What was taking so long?! Why wouldn’t the pump shut itself off? Surely, the tank was full by now! I was trapped … literally, a captive audience with no means of escape!
Finally, gasoline stopped pouring into our car and I quickly returned the nozzle to the pump hoping the chaotic television program would end. After a short “thank you” message and one more advertisement for some special they were promoting inside their store, the screen asked me if I wanted a receipt. I touched “YES” and received the reply that I’ve grown to anticipate at every opportunity:
Yes, even a beautiful filling station with brand-new digital pumps in an upscale neighborhood needs someone to periodically load the little rolls of paper so customers can print receipts.
I did not see the attendant. Instead, I took a picture of the screen with my Smartphone, got back into the car and played Candy Crush until everyone was situated and it was time to go for pie.
It turned out to be a very relaxing day. I’m hopeful that encountering a Triple-Diatribe might make future individual diatribes a bit more tolerable.
Have you encountered one of these loud entertainment/gas pumps?
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