I kept my changer for decades after I retired from working at the gas station. It seemed like any job I got had me commuting on the toll road. it was 40 cents at each booth. I kept it full and hung on the ash tray or console. Three clicks and my 40 cents was in my hand without taking my eyes of the traffic. When I got off the toll road, I slid it under my seat.I remember no I-65 and walking to the creek to go fishing, also remember yes sir and yes mam and the no’s of each, no sir/mam. ALL adults were respected regardless of status.
I remember someone else pumping your gas and checking your oil. I remember these on the pump jockeys.
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I remember when “go fund me” was pushing around a lawnmower asking neighbors if they needed the lawn mowed.