Complaining about the pervasiveness of advertising within the constructs of modern technology should and does come a bit unnaturally to a journalist. After all, advertising puts food on our tables.We, too, have our limits, however, and for me that threshold was met yesterday at the local filling station.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Pre-paid with an American Express card right at the pump. Nice. Pumped my own gas, of course. No problem.Then I waited for the scrolling text message that would ask me if I wanted a receipt. At that point I\u2019m itching to hit the road \u2026 but first, a word from our sponsors. Instead of the \u201cyes\u201d or \u201cno\u201d prompt \u2013 previously instantaneous upon replacing the pump -- I get rolling text trying to sell me coffee and sandwiches inside the station. Maybe 10-15 seconds worth. Only then was I free to express my preference about that receipt.Enough irritation to get me to switch gas stations?Probably not, but I\u2019m a creature of habit.