Gas stations seem to be a breeding ground for idotic actions. When I was 13 my mom pulled into a gas station, and she told me to fill the van up. I did so, went in and paid, and then got back in the van completely oblivious to the fact that not only had I forgotten to close the gas cap, but I had left the nozzle in. My mom, thinking everything was kosher, pulled away, yanking the hose out of the side of the pump. Luckily, they are quite prepared for these things, and it disconnects easily while activating a failsafe. It sure was embarassing though to get out of the van with everyone staring at me as the hose lay portruding from the gas tank.
Even if the open windows of science at first make us shiver after the cozy indoor warmth of traditional humanizing myths, in the end the fresh air brings vigor, and the great spaces have a splendor of their own - Bertrand Russell
