Not a pilot, which makes this c/s even more offensive. During training in San Antonio, TX, class decided to take advantage of a holiday weekend and make a group trip to the gulf coast. Two of us rode motorcycles while the rest piled into cars together.
At our first fuel stop, I decided my bike (with no fuel gauge) still had plenty in the tank to reach the next planned stop, so we continue onward. Drained the tank and the reserve just a few hundred yards from the highway exit at our next stop. Classmates got out and pushed me and my bike up the ramp and into the Shell station.
At graduation, they dubbed me “Putter.”
In a subsequent course, my new classmates (several were pilots) “corrected” it to Bingo. I’m a logistician by trade. Fuel management is one of our competencies.