Gas Station Time Machine

I paid cash at the pump today. Well, at the cashier box, that is. It feels like it's a blip back to the 80s, which is refreshing.
Sadly, our convenience store had a fire this spring, and burnt to the ground, taking the Dunkin Donuts nook with it. The drive-thru speaker is suspect, actually. So is an alleged cigarette.
Right after it happened, I heard students in class mourning their daily coffee route. I was more concerned about the only gas station in town being out of commission. (And the owner's loss of course.)
A few weeks later, they deemed the tanks safe and brought in a kiosk. Sometimes it's nice to take a technology break and get back to the basics.
How long has it been since you ran a bit-o-green inside to pay for a fill-up? Maybe some people always have.
Now if only to find a phone booth again.