I needed to buy my father some gas the other night while we were out and about. Considering BP’s recent environmental atrocities, why my Big Oil-hater father wanted to fill up at one of their stations is beyond my understanding, especially after we passed 3 other stations! My how his blood pressure would rise while watching constant coverage of the oil spill. His rants and raves during that time are legend. Anyway… All I wanted was $ 10 on pump 7. The machine wouldn’t accept my debit card, or anyone else’s for that matter. I then had to fight with the lousy ATM, one that likes to fee your ass for using it, just to get some cash to pay for the damn gas. I think I put it in and pulled it out so many times to get it to go through, my girlfriend became angry with me when I told her about it. «But baby, it was just my debit card…» No it wasn’t good for me. I guess I’ll have to get tested now and use better judgement in the future. Little slut ATM machine. Keep away from Bloomfield Betty.