A g(h)as-tly first!

I know a few other people that have been through this experience, but, up until today, I had been astute enough to avoid it myself. I'm driving down the feeder road after just having left the gas station... a car pulls up beside me, honking... the passengers within pointing and gesturing at me with wild, horrified fervor. Instantly, I realize what I've done... I glance at my passenger side rear-view mirror to confirm what I already know; to behold the handiwork of my profound oblivion. Sure enough, there's the gas pump and hose assembly, dragging along like some sort of garish piece of jewelry. So, I stop, remove the wayward mechanism, coil it up and place it on the floorboard of my car, return to the gas station, walk inside with it in my hand and an ear-to-ear smile on my face and inform the attendant that, "This belongs to you!" I then do as I am told, place the hose on the floor and head on my way.