So the other day I was pumping gas…sounds like the intro to a bad joke, doesn’t it? But seriously, I was at the gas station the other day and got to thinking about how there is this little voice in the back of my head that always talks to me when I’m sniffing the gasoline fumes. Anybody else ever hear that same little voice? You know, the one who dares you to just drive off, tires squealing, the hose still dangling from the tank like in some bad Hollywood action flick. No?!? Damn, it really is only me.