"I'll pump the gas. Can you just grab me some regular sunflower seeds and a package of Twizzlers, please?" ...What? They were his favorite candy! And he would rather pump the gas, since, back home, his father still always insisted he get the gas for his mother should she be with him. He never let her pump gas should he be there. Yet another chivalrous thing that wasn't meant to demean them, but just make their lives easier.
He paid for his gas at the pump with his debit card, filling up his tank. It wasn't too far from the beach, but he might as well fill up while he was there. By the time he was getting his receipt, she was stepping out of the store. He got in the car and started it as she got in.