{"id":227,"date":"2006-09-18T18:45:39","date_gmt":"2006-09-18T23:45:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/18\/pump-weirdness-goodness\/"},"modified":"2006-09-20T20:00:04","modified_gmt":"2006-09-21T01:00:04","slug":"pump-weirdness-goodness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/2006\/09\/18\/pump-weirdness-goodness\/","title":{"rendered":"Pump weirdness = goodness"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/faces\/happy.gif\" class=\"face\" \/>So I&#8217;m on my way home from Ann Arbor and stop by the local BP gas pump to fuel up.  So I was just minding my own business and doing the fill up routine: swipe card, open gas cap, choose octane, glance at price, glance at price again, confused and tilt head to side. . .wait, that&#8217;s not part of the routine.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/images\/bp-gas-price.jpg\" alt=\"Weird BP price\" class=\"noborder\" \/><\/div>\n<p>HUH?? Weird.  So now I&#8217;m no longer minding my own business but trying to keep under the radar and make sure no one notices the error.  I press 93.  In the meantime, I&#8217;m trying to peek at their sign at the street to check the prices.  Darn a car is blocking my line of sight.  So I look at the pump to see if it&#8217;s really charging me what I thought.  I look again at the prices and notice the decimal moved one spot to the left making it a tidy $.2359\/gal  Couldn&#8217;t get a good shot of it but this is what I got when I looked up.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/images\/bp-gas-cheap.jpg\" alt=\"Nice gas price\" class=\"noborder\" \/><\/div>\n<p>I blinked a few times before the guy came out and said it was an error and made me stop filling.  I started daydreaming about selling this stuff when they shut off the pumps to fix the problem. . .<\/p>\n<p>But wait, it gets even better.  I ended up getting 9 gallons for zero dollars. <img src=\"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-includes\/images\/smilies\/mrgreen.png\" alt=\":mrgreen:\" class=\"wp-smiley\" style=\"height: 1em; max-height: 1em;\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So I&#8217;m on my way home from Ann Arbor and stop by the local BP gas pump to fuel up. So I was just minding my own business and doing the fill up routine: swipe card, open gas cap, choose octane, glance at price, glance at price again, confused and tilt head to side. . [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cool","category-hmm"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=227"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/227\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jacksarse.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}