Pull up to the diesel pump. Find credit card. Gather used coffee cups and assorted trash. Place in waste/trash holder. Where is the damn credit card?
Some interesting design went into that island set up and access to the trash can. Access via a hatch on one side. Strange looks from other patrons.
On the bright side, did this before pumping diesel. Otherwise, 400 miles down the road until noticing the missing card. Gad, I’m getting old.
