That awkward moment when the gas pump robot tells you to take your receipt, but there’s no receipt to take…
And you suddenly imagine a future in which our robot overlords are telling us we have “*10 seconds to comply” or they will blow us to bits, and we comply, but they blow us to bits anyway.
Yup. Just another normal trip to the gas pump where I envision our impending doom.
*Nod to Ed-209