I pull up to Costco for a normal fill up and find out they mixed diesel into the regular gas. Their fix? “Enjoy premium for the price of regular” while they clean up the mess. Some clown in a luxury SUV is celebrating his “deal” while I’m thinking about how many engines just got cooked before they noticed.
I ask the attendant what happens if my fuel system gets wrecked and he laughs, tells me to be “grateful for the upgrade.” Nah. I’m not lucky, I’m standing at a pump wondering if I just signed up for a $5,000 repair. If my car starts knocking, this little experiment is coming back to them real fast.
