Peace at the Pump

Yesterday, I was on my way back from Talbot, having just meet with the chair of my dissertation committee, when I needed to get some gas. I pulled into a Chevron station and was surprised by what I did not see or hear. I did not have to listen to cheesy muzak over a cheap speaker system and I did not have to watch commercial try to sell me something while I supply the fuel to the next great indoor ski resort. How refreshing to just pump my gas (at what is sadly now a fantastic price of $3.69) and not have my senses bombarded Madison Avenue slickster ploys. Thanks Chevron!