I can remember when gas was twenty-nine cents a gallon. Dad would drive up to the pump and tell the attendant that we needed 10 gallons.
And the attendant would clean all of the car's windows while the pump was working. Then check the oil and water levels. Then say, "How about the tires? You want 'em checked this time?"
Be still my heart . . .
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I too recall gas under fi'ty cents. Those attendants weren't nearly as clean and spiffy as the Texaco television ads. Bowties, khaki uniforms, shined shoes... dancing around and singing about trusting your car to the man who wears the star... nowadays, I'm just glad if the man who works on my car warrants the work for a day or two, after we pull off the lot.
Not sure, but I think it's called customer service with a good impression. The Texaco around the corner of our home went out of business. So did the Mobil station a few blocks over. Scarey as I drive to work still earing a paycheck. The good news, another gas station looks like it may open in place of Mobil.
Actually, the attendant would more likely say, "How 'bout am tars? Yu ownt um chay-ecked a-day?"
This could be followed by a discussion of the day's Bolita numbers from the barber shop. We kids could learn a lot through open windows in pre A/C days.
This is when dinosaurs roamed the earth. I've never had service like that. The most is that the tires will get pumped, and that is only the past three years or so.
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