Texaco

Holy moly!
Baltimore is some kind of backwards city since you can go miles down roads and not find a single gas station. I finally found a gas station and turned around because I didn’t know when the next gas station could be!
What a disaster, on every pump was a taped handwritten scrap of paper with «93 Only» scrawled on it. Not knowing, I went for some lower octane gas and saw the seconds ticking by and the gauge went by far too slowly. The pump was out of gas! I then switched to 93 octane and the same story!
Finally, the gas attendant came out and yelled 93 only, but I let him know that I already hit 93 and no gas was coming out. I drove to the next gas pump and again, there was no gas in the pump! Seeing my frustration mount, the gas station attendant told me to go to pump 7. At pump 7 the same brokeass thing happened! I started yelling and lost it and sped away in a torrent of profanities that shall remain unstated here
The end