Hey buddy, where’s my Green Stamps?
Steak Knives...
Inflatable Dino toy?
Cleaning the windshield with Coke (while travelling South of the Mason-Dixon Line).
Free Air for your tires.
Uniformed attendants.
Toothless perverts eyeing your mother’s legs while they cleaned your windshield...
All gone...
That used to be me! :-) I worked at one of the last full-service Gulf stations. Other posters are right - mostly cash, you had to do math and make change in your head, keep your bills straight in your pocket... Pump gas, wash windshields, check oil, check windshield washer fluid, quick kick/look at the tires (I can still spot a low tire from 20 yds away)...and yes, enjoy the view of all the young ladies that came in and didn’t want to pump their own gas... Those were fun, simple days. The only bad parts were cleaning out the restrooms - particularly when the previous shift had blown it off, and pulling doubles when the following shift blew off work entirely.
Right after I came home from Vietnam I was over in Birmingham visiting my girlfriend. Her brother was getting married the next weekend so I helped out by driving his fiance around to order flowers, etc.
She was, in today’s vernacular, “smokin’ HOT” and we were in a loaner Corvette. We stopped for gas and immediately had THREE guys cleaning the windshield. They kept staring at her and then glancing at me, probably thinking “What is she doing with him?”
In the interests of Truth, I came close to saying, “Hey, guys, this is NOT my girl and this is NOT my car.” But I didn’t! ;-)
(My girl was a wonderful, completely beautiful, blond whose cards, letters, cookies and steadfast encouragement got me through Vietnam.)
Anyone remember the Texaco tiger tails than hung from the fill doors of cars. I think one would get one if the car was filled up.
