The Gas Station Years
I leave the gas station after my first shift with a stomach ache. Fumes. In 1982 leaded gas was still a thing. Regular, Unleaded, and Super.
I remember that first day. It was a trial run at a full service gas station on Linden Ave in my home town. My brother Pat and I were introduced to the job by a neighbor who was already working there. Cars would pull into the station and I’d ask what kind of gas they wanted and for how much. Then I’d place the gas nozzle in the tank and wash their car windows. Pretty simple and it wasn’t very busy, only occasionally needed to handle two cars at once. At the end of my shift, I met the owner and he remarked how good a worker my neighbor was - even for a small guy. I was arguably smaller.
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