I saw the “Dunk of the Night”. I had just gotten out of my car to fill up with gas, and there it was, on a television monitor affixed to the top of a gas pump. After the basketball highlight (shown from about 12 different angles), I was treated to a recap of Dancing with the Stars.
Pretty amazing that wireless/satellite technology and costs have come down so much that we can get caught up on critical news while at the gas station. I mean when else in the busy day could I hear how Erin Andrews may have a crush on her DWTS partner?
While I thought about how incredible technology is in 2010, I put my credit card into the gas pump reader and waited. And waited. And waited. Then I got a message “Beginning approval process”. And waited. And waited. And waited.
And yes, I realize if I really stop to think about what is happening (a plastic card unlocking the right for me to fill my tank with a liquid so I can magically transport myself for 300 miles at a time), I’d have been less frustrated. But it was raining. Hard. For the 3rd day in a row. And I was getting colder, wetter, and grumpier by the second. And hearing about Fergie’s tripping while in concert didn’t help me feel warmer, drier, and sunnier.
Can the person who’s figuring out how to get television access everywhere be reassigned for a few hours to figure out how to speed up the credit card transaction process?
In your previous posting “From Iceman to Milkman to Mailman” you could have added “To Gas Station Attendant”.
….at least we used to stay dry!