I’m as cheap as the next guy. I justify it under a quasi-Buddha«waste not» Mantra. I reuse and print on both sides of the paper. Use rags to clean up and not paper towels. I squeeze bonus tracks on the end of ripped CDs. Indeed, very noble endeavors. So how was I to feel when a barebones, no-frills gas station wants to sting me with a 45-cent ATM surcharge? WTF? I had no cash. Sure its *only* $ 3.19/gallon, but THEY want ME to pay THEM to take MY money? No thank you. So what do I do? Drove an extra 2 miles on my Handy Andy truck rental and pay $ 3.35/gallon at Shell. Now since the truck gets like 1.5 miles to the gallon, I’m sure I just bought a new pony for Bush or some other oil tycoon. But I’ll take a stand for stupidity and principles, hell yeah, over a ridiculous surcharge any day. And the hot dogs looked old.