Car-ma, at Costless.

Where do I really get stressed?

Causing my Parkinson's to melt down.

It's a visit to Costless petrol on the way to town.

In truth the Parkies community throughout the nation

Struggle at any petrol station.

Results in rigidity and slow movement.

And your hands get the shakes.

The pinpad locks you out.

As your twitching fingers.

Make their numerical mistakes.

You have to be a member.

Photo card self-serve.

All eyes on the front of the queue

Got to hold your nerve.

The pumps get really busy.

Engine running, need the heater.

Worth the long wait- I'm saving 10 pence a litre.

At last I reach the petrol pump.

All card slots and scanners. Where do I start?

Got my card ready in my hand.

Then I fall apart.

I sense that eyes are on me.

As my card drops to the floor.

And I've not left much space.

Gingerly squeezing my weary frame

Out of my car door.

Enter correct pin

I wish I could.

My shaky hand, I try again.

Computer says no. That number’s a dud.

Parkies and pin pads.

Shakey fingers dance the rumba.

Or worse still, you clean forgot.

That four digit memorable number.

Impatient man next in line.

Turning red with forecourt rage.

He's going to go ballistic.

As I'm taking an age.

Crouching, I reach my member’s card.

Wipe it clean for the scanner.

Impatient man behind.

Gesticulates in an aggressive manner.

Stress draining my dopamine.

Insert my payment card in the slot.

Yippee, I begin fuelling.

A 40 litre shot.

Success, hoorah, I did it.

I stuck to the task.

But what about that angry chap?

Did he calm down? I hear you ask.

East launched into the space I left.

But then his progress died.

His unleaded filler cap.

Was on the other side.

He tugged hopelessly at the hose.

Ranting, snorting, blaming me.

It was, Car-ma at Costless.

For everyone to see.