Elite '2020 Elite '2020 A bit of an excruciatingly embarrassing fact about Yours, Truly: I only recently pumped gas for the first time in my life. In fact I just passed my one year gas pumping anniversary and no, I am not 18 years old, no, I did not just get my driver's license, and no, I was not living in Oregon up until last year, either. Nor was I living in Jersey. In Oregon and Jersey it's prohibited for people to pump their own gas because in the 1940s both states were worried that people would handle the pumping incorrectly and cause environmental hazards. Imagine. And "they" had never met the likes of me. They must have just known I was going to be born some day. I'll be honest. I've been doing this gas pumping thing for a year and I *still* try and bribe the K to do it for me instead. I find it an utterly disgusting and practically upsetting task and I can't wash my hands soon enough afterward. I know, I know...how weak, how silly, how girly girl of me. Whatever. I just don't like to do it. Also, I sort of had it ingrained in me that it's not ladylike for a gal to pump her own gas, so it's not like I had this fabulous gas pumping role model or anything in my life. I won't say that it's a downright pleasurable experience here, or anything, but Brookside gets points for being small, less overwhelming and a bit old school, as others have mentioned, than, say KCMO's curiously beloved QT (seriously, I do not get the love for QT). I went in yesterday morning to the service station get my oil changed and it seemed a reasonable price, all told. Without me asking, they identified three potentially catastrophic problems with my car, too... Wasn't that nice of them. Still, even with this pending doom hanging over me, they didn't try and do any hard sells on maintenance or service, nor did they speak down to me like I was the kind of woman who doesn't like to get her hands dirty (by having to pump her own gas).