These days I arrange my fill-ups to avoid New Jersey. Last time I stopped there, I had to haggle with the guy to put the last 4 gallons in my 12-gallon tank, be

These days I arrange my fill-ups to avoid New Jersey. Last time I stopped there, I had to haggle with the guy to put the last 4 gallons in my 12-gallon tank, because the wonky fuel neck would trip the auto-shutoff prematurely and he thought it was done. I knew how much fuel I'd burned and I could look at the counter and know it wasn't done, but Professor Petroleum was having none of it. I don't care what the idea is, it's annoying, insulting, and backwards.