BARF.
Today's gas station experience has left me feeling nothing less than digusting. Let's begin. I'm pumping my gas, and I decide to wash my windows with the squeegy. That was obviously my first mistake. I grip onto it, and dunk it in. I proceed to wash my back window. Something smells a little funky, but I think nothing of it, because I figure it's coming from the bum sitting on the island surrounding the pump. I continue by washing my windshield, and I realize there isn't enough on it to clean it. At this point, the funk has taken over my nose and I can't wait to get out of there. Anyways, I retreat to the "dunk station" and push the squeegy in, to my surprise, I cause enough commotion in the container, and a piece of poop is pushed out with some of the funk juice. I throw the squeegy like a baseball bat, get in my car, gag a few times, and drive away with poop juice all over my front and back windshields. Faaaaantastic.