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shereads

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I admit to inhaling the fumes sometimes at the self-service pump. Brings back memories...
 
My garage is redolent of an evocative mixture of last year's grass clippings and gasoline. It makes me smile every time I go out there.
 
shereads said:
I admit to inhaling the fumes sometimes at the self-service pump. Brings back memories...
Ah. Gas station memories. Remember when there were actual attendants at the station who would wash the windows and check the oil and stuff? There was a time when gas was cheap and consumers didn't touch the pumps. America was strong and free then....
 
3113 said:
Ah. Gas station memories. Remember when there were actual attendants at the station who would wash the windows and check the oil and stuff? There was a time when gas was cheap and consumers didn't touch the pumps. America was strong and free then....

Yup. And they did choral routines in commercials, too. "You can trust your car to the man who wears the star - The Big Bright Texa-co Star!"

Sort of like proto-Village People. :D
 
3113 said:
Ah. Gas station memories. Remember when there were actual attendants at the station who would wash the windows and check the oil and stuff? There was a time when gas was cheap and consumers didn't touch the pumps. America was strong and free then....

It was morning in America...
 
Again.

What? This isn't time to quote old campaign slogans? Damn, I was so looking for quoting Bush Sr. next. Or maybe Dukakis.
 
3113 said:
Ah. Gas station memories. Remember when there were actual attendants at the station who would wash the windows and check the oil and stuff? There was a time when gas was cheap and consumers didn't touch the pumps. America was strong and free then....
And women wore dresses all the time, cooked, cleaned, stayed home with the kids, wiped snotty noses and dirty butts. Had coffee clutches with the neighborhood wives. Had dinner on the table when dad got home from a long day of working hard.

Yeah, those were the days! :rolleyes:

I'm sure all the women here on Lit will agree! :rolleyes:
 
zeb1094 said:
And women wore dresses all the time, cooked, cleaned, stayed home with the kids, wiped snotty noses and dirty butts. Had coffee clutches with the neighborhood wives. Had dinner on the table when dad got home from a long day of working hard.

Yeah, those were the days! :rolleyes:

I'm sure all the women here on Lit will agree! :rolleyes:
Yeah, thank God I don't have to wear a dress. :rolleyes:
 
OhMissScarlett said:
Yeah, thank God I don't have to wear a dress. :rolleyes:
Everyday, all day. My mother never wore slacks until the 80's. She would do gardening in a dress. All the women on the block wore dresses back then.

Although it was nice to pull into a gas station and have two guys come running out, wash your windshild, check you oil, and fill you tank.

All for 15 cents a gallon!
 
Hudson Hornet......

No that not the new character in my book..... it's the name of a car that brings back great memories of car sex among other things..... a back seat as big as a twin bed....
 
zeb1094 said:
Everyday, all day. My mother never wore slacks until the 80's. She would do gardening in a dress. All the women on the block wore dresses back then.

Although it was nice to pull into a gas station and have two guys come running out, wash your windshild, check you oil, and fill you tank.

All for 15 cents a gallon!
Up until about ten years ago, there was still a full-service station in our town. My grandma always went there, even though the price was a lot more. We always bugged her about it, but it never occured to me that she didn't know how to operate the gas pumps at the self-serve station. She probably still doesn't. :)
 
zeb1094 said:
And women wore dresses all the time, cooked, cleaned, stayed home with the kids, wiped snotty noses and dirty butts. Had coffee clutches with the neighborhood wives. Had dinner on the table when dad got home from a long day of working hard.

Yeah, those were the days! :rolleyes:
Ah, yes indeed. The days when doctors passed out tranquilizers like candy to all those unhappy ladies. I think I'll make a pretty jello mold for luncheon with the ladies. Get out those pearl necklaces girls, tv dinners and put on Debbie Reynold's "Tammy."

The man of the house should be driving up soon in his gas guzzling car with fins. ;)
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
What? This isn't time to quote old campaign slogans? Damn, I was so looking for quoting Bush Sr. next. Or maybe Dukakis.
You're not goin' back far enough, young man! We're talking Eisenhower and/or Jackie Kennedy.

Come on Sev! Go back to that past life you had just before this one (no, not the one where you're marching with the 13th legion on Rome. That's too far back!). The one where you were running Caesar's Palace in Las Vegas. Martinis, girls in pink cocktail dresses huddled around you, nights hanging with the Rat Pack. Cigarettes, steak dinners...and that big gold cadillac you use to drive down the strip. Don't worry about how much gas it's guzzling.

There's no oil crisis in this thread....
 
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3113 said:
Ah. Gas station memories. Remember when there were actual attendants at the station who would wash the windows and check the oil and stuff? There was a time when gas was cheap and consumers didn't touch the pumps. America was strong and free then....

Ah, Jim. My parents had a routine of grocery shopping on Saturday mornings, with a stop at the gas station across the street. Jim was usually working then, and he got to know us well enough that as soon as we pulled in, he'd start filling up the Chrysler without even asking what we wanted, and then went right to the window washing...

Jim was hawt in his blue uniform. :catroar:
 
We still have one full-service gas station here that I know of. There may be more. I generally pump my own at the cheaper convenience stores, but I needed my tire filled with air a few months ago and didn't have a gauge. I went to Kinslow's where I was greeted by Mr. Kinslow himself. I tell ya, the guy has to be in his mid-70s. He filled up my tire, no charge. Then I felt bad because I don't even go there to get my oil changed.

Oh well. Now I'm rambling.
 
LOLOLOL

They wouldn't dare have a full service station around here. Unless the attendants were armed or had bodyguards the place would be robbed on a near nightly basis.

Cat
 
shereads said:
I admit to inhaling the fumes sometimes at the self-service pump. Brings back memories...

I (swoom arounf anf spefell wrong) Agree :D
 
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