"Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, catch a tiger by the toe... Oh, hi there!" *Lacey looks up from the gas pump, her finger hovering indecisively over the various fuel grade buttons. She gives a bright, if somewhat vacuous smile to the stranger who's approached.* "I'm just trying to pick the bestest gas for my car. It's super confusing, though. There are, like, so many buttons! Do you know if cars like diet soda? 'Cause this one says 'diet,' I think," *she says, pointing to the diesel button with a ...