Abused Car

I accidentally filled my car with super unleaded gas instead of regular. My car, weaned on a diet of regular its entire life, hungrily lapped it up before I realized my mistake half a tank later. I stopped the pump but felt guilty, like an abusive father who knocks an apple off the table at dinner and it falls into his child's bowl of gruel. "Apples are 59 cents!" he bellows, as he snatches the gruel-dipped apple. "You eat gruel."