Hwy 59 Chevron

I stopped here for gas one day on my way out of town. At the time my debit card was not working… the magnetic strip was unreadable or something so I couldn’t swipe my card for gas. I walked in and here’s what transpired:
Me– Hi. My debit card is not working. Can you key in the numbers so that I can get gas?
Cashier– *stares at me blankly*
Me– Ummm, hello?
Cashier– Well, why is it not working? Is there money in your account?
Me– Uh, yes there’s money in the account.
Cashier– Well what’s wrong with it?
Me– I don’t know… the magnetic strip just isn’t getting read. (To myself-​wtf, lady?)
Cashier– Well, I guess I can try keying it in if you’re sure there’s money on it.
Me-(to self) Are you effing serious?
She then proceeds to key in the number three times because she kept making mistakes and then tells me I can’t prepay with a debit card to get gas since apparently keying in the numbers mean you have to use it as a credit card. Ummmm, ok… you couldn’t have mentioned that little bit of info to me earlier? I had a little bit of cash with me since I was heading out of town (and my debit card wasn’t working!) that I just used for the gas, which is all well and fine, but the way I was treated by the cashier here left a seriously bad taste in my mouth and I wouldn’t go here again.