I went to Costco this morning to get gas.  As I was paying the man on the other side of the pump and I exchanged greetings and continued about our business.  Since I was driving the boat this morning, filling up took a little bit.  When I fill the Mini, even when it’s really low, it just sips the gas and then we’re out of there–although I try not to get it down really low and Chief razzes me for it because he thinks I get panicky when (according to him) there is plenty of gas in the tank.  Getting gas for the Mini is like a race car pit…