When I was on my trip to FL and back on the bike I filled up about 34 times and went through so many states so quickly I often lost track of where I was. On the way back I was filling up, took my tank bag off, gear still on and started pumping just to hear people yelling at me in an accent (still had helmet on, with music playing) I looked up dumbfounded and kept filling. They eventually just through their hands in the air and left me alone as I only needed 3 gallons and got done quick.
Didn’t hit me till and hour or two later what all the fuss was about, I just crossed into NJ :rofl