CLYNN I sure do remember the days we could not pump our own gas ... " Want me to check the oil, sir" to my Dad.
After I was a paper boy at 11 I became a petroleum transfer engineer at the age of 14 at a gas station/
car wash.
I was there and had pretty much figured out the job. Boss gone for the Holiday.
2 Idiots plus a 14 yr old. What could possibly go wrong. ?
The day before Thanksgiving this beautifully 70's dressed couple in there full wedding attire pull up in a Mint White VW Beetle.
On there way to their wedding. I don't judge.
um .. I said do U not see that huge horizontal bar luggage rack bolted to that bug ..
Idiots ?
Emergency Stop pushed too late.
It went straight up off the 'rails' from the brushes about 3' until the luggage rack installer cringed.
It dropped like a Bug from 3' up with like 4 perfect 'shotgun' holes from the inside. Like a tuna can but like TP.
Now needless to say the soon intended to be blissful are not happy at 1st on this visage.
The groom says starting to laugh really hard to the very not happy bride to be .. shit I never liked so & so anyway .. the bride then starts laughing hardily.
Moral of the story I ran into that very couple many years later a long away from the "incident" .
Still very happily married and they had made amends with the Bug owner too.
30 years later in such a place.
The 3 of us just stared howling with laughter as the facts started to jive quickly.
The owner summarily dismissed all 3 of us 3 7 days later.
The end of my petroleum transfer engineer career.
