So, I'm gassing up the sled this weekend at my local Exxon (gotta support the wildlife, you know), when I witness my first ever "take the nozzle for a ride" episode. As I€™m pumping away, I notice a gal filling up at the next pump over. I take note, as any good single man would, as she climbs into her ride, apparently done with the fill-up process. But what I don€™t immediately see is that she€™s apparently decided that it€™s time leave, replacing the nozzle be damned! As she pulls away, I hear this big popping sound, and sure enough, the nozzle disconnects from the pump and begins dragging behind her car. Now to her credit, she noticed pretty much immediately, which saved her from driving down the road like this. So she stops, now blocking the forward pump of the two-pump set (having kidnapped the nozzle from the rear pump). Nothing like compounding your foolishness by holding up the guy behind you, I always say. She then proceeds to remove the nozzle from her car and lay it at the foot of the rear pump as though she has killed her best friend. It was all very fun to watch. And I must say, I worked overtime to suppress the urge to applaud her antics. And as she finally pulls up to the front of the station to inform the folks inside, what do I see on the tail of her car? A Kerry/Edwards sticker. How apropos.