It Almost Makes Me Want a Nissan Leaf

About the rudeness of some filling station attendants.

It Almost Makes Me Want a Nissan Leaf

 

By Elton Camp

 

A car that has no way it can run on gas

For the moment, I feel that I must pass

For driving around near home it’s fine

But that type can’t now become mine

 

If only there were better ways to recharge

We could take trips both small and large

Now I am afraid that’d be out and about

And the battery’s charge would run out

 

Yet, how wonderful it would seem to me

Of filling stations and attendants to be free

When I was young, they filled up the tank

But now many are both rude and a crank

 

Receipt printer’s out of paper half the time

Asking inside is often treated like a crime

Wouldn’t be necessary if they’d do their job

But many an attendant is just a lazy slob

 

They are making a personal call on the phone

And make it obvious they wish you were gone

Both their breath and clothes smell like smoke

It’s enough to make anyone cough and choke

 

It would be just fine to me if there came the day

When we propel our cars in some better way

And the attendants could hunt another job

Where they want to hire a lazy, fussy slob

 

(All attendants aren’t like this, but many in our area are, especially Chevron.)