So I needed to go get some fuel for my power washer yesterday. And I was not about to go get gas in my Model S. Didn't want my Model S to stoop, plus I didn't want to put that stinky, stained soaked gas can in it either. So I get in the Jeep Grand Cherokee, to fire that up (to drive 1.5 miles down the hill) to go get the gas with that. But after about 5 or 6 attempts to start it, it won't start. The battery is almost dead. (the wife is out driving our other ICE at the moment). I realize there is now only one alternative, Joulee (our unofficial name for our Model S). So I get out the battery charger and "plug in" the Jeep. While I begrudgingly admit ill need to take Joulee down. I get out a rubberized floor mat, to protect Joulee from having to touch/hold something possibly soaked in gas... and proceed down to the gas station. Thankful I did not have to (embarrassingly) wait in line at the station this time. Drove right to a pump. Note gloves and rubber mat in the foreground. You should have seen the looks I got there. The gas station Attendants know about this car, but wondered why I was there. One of them stated, "I've never had one pull in here before!" Perhaps a couple of them thought my Model S was a hybrid. I popped the Frunk, and three of them came over to look in. BTW, in Oregon, you're not allowed to pump your own gas (one of two states I believe). Should have seen the smiles and amazement. Two gallons and $7.52 later, about the same cost to drive 270 miles in the Model S, or run my power washer for two hours, I throw the can in the Frunk, and drive back up the hill. As I drove back, I wondered why I even thought about taking the Jeep in the first place, for something that was/is clearly so much more efficient and fun to do in the S... and to get over my feeling of stooping.