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Originally Posted by wdfifteen
Boy, not me. I didn't want some pump jockey folding my hood in half. I would jump out of the car as soon as I pulled up to the pump and run around opening the hood and taking the gas cap off for him.
One time my girlfriend was driving and while I was running around the car the pump jockey asked her,
"Can I check that dipstick for you ma'am?"
She said, "No, he's OK. He always acts like this."
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I stopped at service station and the owner was often the guy pumping the gas. It was just outside the AFB gates, and called Sarge's Service Station. His few employees were all mechanics, and were always fixing cars for clients. No pump jockeys there. I bought as set of 4 tires from them for my 60 Bug. 4 tires, mounted and balanced, 25 bucks. Not each, set of 4 recaps, bias ply skinny 14 inch diameter tires. With a zero to 60 of infinity with a headwind I was not worried about tire performance.
Just a very different era. My grandparents still had a milkman that just walked into the back door and put the milk in the fridge, and picked up the empty bottles and asked if there were any changes in the order. They had a man deliver farm fresh eggs and he too just walked in the back door, it was never locked.