I hate fueling up my car.
I know that's a silly thing to use the term "hate" about, but it just isn't something I want to do and I put it off until I am dangerously low and the fuel indicator on my dash board says "reserve". I hate being such a procrastinator, but there you are.
When I was growing up I thought a trip to the gas station was pretty cool. Each brand had signs offering some special give-away or another. We collected sets of glassware, dinnerware, green stamps and plaid stamps. We were given all sorts of freebies with a fill-up and every one was an occasion. It meant a nice man coming out of the door, pumping the gas, cleaning the windows and checking the oil. Usually he would also chat with the driver, exchanging pleasantries and sharing a laugh or two. They became friends. Often the station also had a repair bay and the same people who pumped your gas also worked on the car when it needed an oil change or brake job. My how times have changed.
Now a trip to the gas station means pumping it yourself, regardless of the weather. It means you usually get back into your car smelling of gasoline and feeling like you need to wash up. It's especially unpleasant when you're dressed in good clothes for work. If you're lucky, there's someone inside a building nearby in case you need to ask a question or buy some anti-freeze. But I think its fair to say its been a very long time since they had bonus gifts to hand out.
Our love affair with our cars has never faltered, but truthfully the gas station visit is not what it used to be. I really hate having to fill up my car.