The first real job I ever had was pumping petrol, at the gas station just across the road from our house. I worked there for nearly four years, part-time after school and on the weekends (on Saturday mornings I got to open up the place, even, and was supervisor for the shift. Oh, the power!). Despite coming home reeking of petrol and needing to shower thoroughly, I overall really liked it – I was delighted not to be working in a supermarket or fast food joint like so many of my friends.
All these years later, I make it a point to always pump my own gas, check my oil and water, and I definitely know how to change (and rotate) my tyres. It’s amazing how many people expect someone else to do it for them!
I worked for two different petrol station companies (as I went on to a different one when I was at university, for a little while), but I never worked for this particular one. And I certainly never visit this particular station! So it seemed like the ideal place to stop and grab a snap.
Hylas got the photos, while Kiana kept an eye out – aren’t they such great enablers? As it is, the folks in the store seemed oblivious, although the cameras probably caught something – but one woman also filling up may well have caught a glimpse. Good for her!