I'm on a road trip, on a motorcycle. It seems like I went over somewhere like eastern Oregon, and then in a big loop up into southern Washington. But I'm tired of it, I just want to go home. I think I took a very lousy route.

I'm just coming into a town, with a large strip-mall and many colorful signs. I think I should stop and replan my route, and anyway I need some food. And gas.

I see a gas station, and the gas seems really cheap, so I pull in. I fill up my motorcycle in this little shed, but before I get the gas tank full, somebody shows me that there is another gas tank, but you have to pull back the seat. That's cool, I can get all the way home with that full.

But then it all gets full, and I don't know how to shut the gas off. It overflows the tank, and spills all over the floor, and still it is pumping out like a fire hose. I decide it's best just to get away quickly.