“Do you guys have your husbands put gas in for you?” She’s sitting in her car with time to kill. See, @toriinluxe is at her local Sam’s Club. She’s waiting for a fuel pump to open up, and it’s crowded today. Feeling spicy about the long, boring line, she decides to take the time to ask TikTok why the heck she’s the one sitting in it in the first place. Wellp, let’s open up this can, shall we?

Sam’s Club gas station lines can get pretty long

Most drivers report waiting around at Sam’s Club gas stations during weekends or after work when everyone shows up at once. Some say they’ve been stuck closer to 30 minutes, which eats a nice (and boring) chunk out of our Saturday.

On the flip side, when you hit it at the right time (say, mid-morning on a weekday) the wait can be more like zilch to 10 minutes.

In reality, the lines might look long at nearly any Sam’s Club station, but they usually move at a steady pace. In general, drivers might plan for a 20-minute visit if you’re going during a rush, but you might get lucky and breeze through in half that time. So, maybe just bring a book or something?

Or, if you’re like @toriinluxe, you might try getting out of ever having to visit the pump entirely…

Pink or blue job?

She captions the TikTok with, “POV: I’m at Sam’s Club getting gas with half the city… and suddenly questioning why I’m out here pumping gas like I don’t have a whole husband at home. Should this not be his mission?!”

While it’s quite possible @toriinluxe is just joking and trying to stir up some humorous “ish” on TikTok, the comments section arrived…to mostly support her rant.

“Gas is strictly a blue job.”

“my husband always fills my tank.”

“You know what, my husband isn’t home for 2-3 months at a time. When he calls tonight, I am totally going to start a fight about gas, trash, oil changes, and mowing the lawn.”

“It gives me anxiety.”

“Haha yes you should [start a fight with your husband].”

“Yup my husband does I hate putting gas in my car.”

“absolutely, I haven’t touched a gas pump since the last time he worked out of town for 2 weeks.”

“we have this deal where I pump my own gas because he pays the credit card bill I use for gas.”

Wait. WHAT? Have I entered The Twilight Zone?

What the hell is happening right now

Okay, listen. I might be coming from way out in left field when the comments are coming from the right. Literally.

See, I’ve been in the automotive industry for more than 20 years. When I turned 16, I started answering the phones at my dad’s shop. After that, I worked summers and school breaks helping customers (mostly men) with their car problems.

Later, after college, I had a (short) stint at a small publishing house and another couple-year stretch selling home, auto, and life insurance. Soon, though, shop operations became a full-time gig.

My grandpa got pretty sick, and my dad needed someone to, er, “man” the front of the shop. Since I was already trained and felt pulled to help the fam, I quit my State Farm job and went back to service advising.

A decade later, I was writing for MOTOR Magazine, attending repair shop seminars and expos as an ASE-certified shop manager, and running the front of a highly reputable independent facility. Five years ago, I thought I’d like to dive into automotive media full time. And here I am.

This is all to say that if my husband and partner of 23 years has a car question or maintenance task, I’m the first one he approaches. And not to just loop me in, either. It’s so I can handle it.

So, no. It’s not my husband’s “job” to pump my gas

And sure, he has before and will again, but usually it’s because we’re on a road trip or he drove my car somewhere and noticed it needed fuel.

Heck, I often found myself explaining vehicle systems to men who knew very little about cars. It happens. So what? If anyone else spent a decade studying a topic, they’d sure know more about that subject than me.

But if the dishwasher is full of clean dishes, sometimes Drew empties it, sometimes I empty it. Ope, I might have just opened another can!

Okay, here’s another one: I haven’t mowed our lawn in years. That’s Drew’s job (LOL)…because he wants it that way and I don’t care either way. If I needed to do it, no biggie.

I mean, having been born in the mid-80s and ending up with an English degree, I know my career path (based on personal automotive interests) is a bit out of the ordinary. There’s no denying that. But if we’re talking about whether filling up the car’s tank is “pink” or “blue,” well, maybe it’s less about being a Millennial woman in the car world and more about where we’re living in 2025?

Or, more specifically, who in our households actually cares about this stuff, and whether it’s an actual issue in need of negotiation?

Leave it to TikTok to remind me of where we are with stuff like who exactly should sit in a line of cars at Sam’s Club

Look, I guess however y’all want to do it is fine. I’m just of the thread that if you can, go ahead and do it yourself when you need to, and move on. If the partner does it, cool. As long as everyone’s happy.

And, thankfully, I’m not totally alone in the comments section:

“I have always gotten my own gas.”

“Feminism dies at the gas pump…My husband doesn’t do anything I can do myself.”

I reached out to @toriinluxe on TikTok via direct message to see if she ever did start that fight once she got home from Sam’s Club.