Recently we needed petrol, and having been waved on from at least two stations (they were out of fuel) we joined the mayhem at a third. Once on the forecourt we located a pump dispensing "benzine". There were three rows of cars converging on this pump and we crept forwards little by little all the while jockeying for position. Just for fun while in the queue I noted the people that appeared at the car window. They tried to sell us: