Hmmm? - 10/17/21
Read something today that made me think back.
As a young kid in rural America in the 70's, we had a lot of
owner operated filling stations here. 2 bay garages, two sets of pumps.
Usually it was the owner(dirty from working on a car) that came out, pumped the gas, cleaned the windshield, ask if you wanted the oil checked.
Everyone knew everyone, he would ask about you/family/crops...
My folks/grandparents would ask him the same.
To a young kid, he was really important. The family showed him great respect.
Today my middle age wife manages a convenience store. Right where one of those stations stood. Same building untill recently.
Too many folks come in there and treat her and her people like schidt.
Dirt beneath their feet.
Not sure where my mind is trying to go with this.
Was I just an easily impressed Hillbilly kid?
Or, have times and people changed as much as the nature of gas stations?
As a young kid in rural America in the 70's, we had a lot of
owner operated filling stations here. 2 bay garages, two sets of pumps.
Usually it was the owner(dirty from working on a car) that came out, pumped the gas, cleaned the windshield, ask if you wanted the oil checked.
Everyone knew everyone, he would ask about you/family/crops...
My folks/grandparents would ask him the same.
To a young kid, he was really important. The family showed him great respect.
Today my middle age wife manages a convenience store. Right where one of those stations stood. Same building untill recently.
Too many folks come in there and treat her and her people like schidt.
Dirt beneath their feet.
Not sure where my mind is trying to go with this.
Was I just an easily impressed Hillbilly kid?
Or, have times and people changed as much as the nature of gas stations?