I worked at a couple of Texaco full service stations when I was in
high school. The first day my name was "Ding Ding" because I had to
jump when a car ran over the bell hoses. After a few weeks they
learned that I could fix cars. Then, the college frat boy was back to
being "Ding Ding" and I was doing all the work for the "ASE Certified"
guys.
One night I was working alone and a guy came in and said he was
desperate. He needed $5 worth of gas and had no money. He asked if I
could look at some stuff he had and trade him something for $5 worth
of gas. OK, I say and we go look in his truck. He opens a tool box
and shows me a .22 Beretta pistol with a holster. How about this?
OK. I had the pistol for about a day when a friend had to borrow it
to go shooting. I haven't seen it since. It was a good job and we
never cheated anyone. I quit to be a slacker muscian wannabe.
At one time a clever manager put "Let Us Tire, Shock, and Brake You"
on the sign out front. The owner didn't like it but he let it stay
up. Good times.
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