Yes, youngsters, a long long time ago gasoline came in “grades”.
The well groomed English speaking attendant would dial the grade you wanted to purchase. Could even advise you by reading — gasp — a chart to tell you what grade was best for your particular engine.
Yes, kiddies, cars still have engines in them.
And, the attendant would clean your windshield while waiting for your gas to stop pumping.
Then, he’d cheerful take your money and give you: your receipt, your plaid or green trading stamps, a free glass, and heart-felt thank you.
Yes, I know it’s not like that now! But it once was.
<Cue Robert Goulet singing Camelot: “there once was such a place”>
Sigh!
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