Fueling rant

My wife and I pulled our rig into a station that had three sets of pumps on an island. Both end sets dispensed gas and diesel (which we needed), the center set gas only. As we approached the near end pumps, Miss Cutesey-Poo and her girlfriend zipped in from the opposite direction with their EconoBox. Did they use the first set of pumps on their entry end? Nope. They had to use the center set, pulling up far enough the block us from accessing the diesel pump nearest us. Cutesey pops out of her car, bounces between it and our truck, then into the C-store to prepay her gas. “OK”, I thought “it won’t take very long for her to pump and leave”, but was I mistaken. Cutesey and her girlfriend chattered happily as they slowly filled the tank, glancing at us from time to time. When finished, she returned to the C-store for her change, came back out, walked through the five-foot space between our vehicles, and got into her car. I thought they were ready to leave, but no such luck. She had to count her change. Fortunately there wasn't yet another vehicle behind us but by now I am pretty upset as more than 10 minutes had elapsed, so I got out of the truck and stood right in front of her car, within 18” of the bumper, and just looked at her through the windshield as she continued to fumble around with her change. The last straw was when she looked at me, then flipped her sun visor down and proceeded to put on makeup! As I walked the three or so steps to the driver’s-side window I imagined my wife urging me to keep calm, so I asked Cutesey as politely as I could (through clenched teeth) if it would be a terrible inconvenience to her if she pulled away from the pumps so others could get fuel too. She looked at me as if I had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. To her credit, she DID finally get the message and immediately drove off. Seems as if there are way too many people in this world who are just ding-blasted oblivious to anyone but themselves.