I used to hunt down river from Warsaw, KY. I was always hitting a gas station in Warsaw to top of the tank before driving in. One Sunday afternoon, I'm on my way out and a car full of kids pulls up behind me and the driver starts filling up at the pump behind me. He goes to light a cig, and I told him not to. He told me off. This was with a lit cig in the same hand as he was holding the handle with fumes spewing out of the fill hole.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I drove past the next weekend, and there was a lady at the same pump, smoking. I never went back.
