Gas stations

So, I was at the gas station the other day doing what you normally do at gas stations (getting a cappaccino of course) when I noticed something that seemed to me a little odd.  The emergancy shut off for the gas is on the building side.  Now that I think about it, most emergancy shut off switches are on the sides of the buildings.  Okay, so here is the situation: You are minding your business, pumping your gas into your piece of crap car, when there is some sort of spark (cell phones, spark caused by static electricity, whatever).  The gas fumes catch fire and shoot into your car and up into the handheld pumping device.  This causes this big huge raging fire.  (Gas is highly flamable in case you missed something in your high school chemistry class)  Now, your car is on fire and so is the handle that you were holding.  And wait!  It appears that those gas fumes also caught your hand on fire too!  (Bastard gas fumes!)  You are screaming your head off and doing the smart stop-drop-and-roll technique that you had drilled into your head since you were five and now have a good use for it.  This is a crowded gas station and there are probably five or six other drivers pumping their gas too.  None of them has bother to help you at all.  Infact they are just staring at you wondering if someone else is going to help or if they will have to stop doing what they are doing and dirty their hands in an attempt to put out the gas fire that is now starting to consume the sweater that your grandmother gave you last Christmas.  (Because you did that stop drop and roll technique in a gas station for Christsakes which, if you ever noticed the ground around the cars, is full of spilt gas droplets and you are bound to get some on to your clothes).  There are even customers on the inside of the store wondering what exactly they are doing.  They are inside sipping on their frozen slushies thinking that this is probably the best place to be.  Even the clerks are staring at the whole unfolding drama with this blank expression on their faces.  Then suddenly one remembers that they are suppose to be helping you poor burning sap.  So, what do they do?  They pull out this thick ass folder from behind the counter and search through it to find out what to do if a customer is on fire.  Someone says it is in the back while another insist that it is somewhere up in the front of the book.  (Turns out there is no section on how to extinguish a burning customer.) Finally one of the other gas pumpers remembers that there is a shut off switch somewhere on the building.  She (because it will probably the only woman out there and we know that we are all brilliant) will run over to it and realize that it is incased in some sort of weird plastic casing that must have been designed by a man to resist fire.  Meanwhile, the flames have reached deep into the holding tanks that are buried somewhere underground.  The gases there all catch fire and there is a massive explosion.  (Big boom!)  This makes the glass in the surrounding building in almost a two mile radius shatter, including the building where those slushie sucking fools are standing where they thought they would be safe.  Everyone in next to the pumps all die horrible firey deaths except you because you managed keep rolling in a vain attempt to put out the sweater fire and was nearly a mile away when the blast occured and the smart woman who tried to hit the shut off valve.

So, shouldn't the shut off valve be closer to the pumps?