I got out of the car and looked at the guy behind me to see if his pump was going as slow as mine. He sort of half-smiled at me and was jiggling the nozzle, so I guessed his wasn't working well either. I decided to just wait it out - I mean, it's free gas, right? The woman on the opposite side of my pump started glancing over, too, probably trying to tell if she was the only one with this problem, and eventually all three of us filling up were trying to politely wait while offering up sympathetic smiles to each other, conveying the fact that we all knew we had better and more important things to be doing (I know, I'm really humble) than be waiting for our tanks to fill at the rate of a dripping faucet.
Eventually the woman, who was a little less patient, but definitely more polite than myself called over one of the gas station attendants. She asked if there was a problem, or if the pumps always worked this slowly. The worker shrugged his shoulders and went inside to confer with his counterpart and finally came back out to annouce "Sorry everyone, we've run out of gas." Umm...seriously?
So...a couple miles out of my way, a lot of minutes out of my day, and I only got about 3 gallons of gas. Lame.