The cashier

As your last friend hops out of your beat up sedan, waving you goodbye and thanking you for the ride home you pull out of his driveway and take off into the night.

Although you were elected designated driver by the friend group you were still buzzed off of a few drinks that you managed to sneak by your mates, and you're just about to get hit by the weight of a beer or two and a few shots.

Luckily; Before you can pity yourself for not drinking enough to drown your sorrow you notice your guel gauge pointing a bit too close to the F; not feeling bothered enough to make it an issue later you pull into the first servo you see.