Gas station wisdom

It was day 6 of the power outage and a line of tired people waited to get their battered fuel cans filled to feed the never-ending demand of their home generators.

The gas station attendant—a fast-moving fella with the name “Frank” stitched on his work shirt—methodically grabbed the next red can and stuck a nozzle in it.  

“So are you sick of filling these cans, yet?” A guy asked him. 

“Me? I’m not sick of anything,” Frank replied. “I’m glad I’m working.”