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One of my many jobs was working for a friend at a service station at an interstate exit. I wasn’t there a day until I realized I was working for a crook. He treated me fair, I was working for minimum wage and happy to get the job. I watched the man cheat customer after customer.
Once I was pumping gas, and I noticed the tail light was out. I mentioned it to the driver and he said check it out. I pulled the bulb it took less than a minute. I could see the filaments were good so I cleaned the base on my jeans and put the bulb in and it came on. I charged the man for the gas and told him I had cleaned the contacts and his tail light was ok.
The owner fussed, you could have sold him a bulb and put the old one back in. I am here to make money. I told him the man did not need a new bulb and it had cost nothing to fix it.
I joined the Navy and was in Great Lakes and Sherry was going to drive up for a week end. I asked her to take it to my former boss and make sure the car was in good shape. He sold her 4 tires, and several other things. I knew they were not needed. I thought at least he would not cheat my family, but he did. He was an equal opportunity crook. He failed in every business he tried.
Knowing that, I have always been leery on the interstate. Once Sherry and I were towing a trailer to visit Key West, where I was to be stationed. On the interstate the car started acting up, losing power. I stopped at a service station and the owner said he couldn’t fix it but a guy at the next exit could. I pulled in (knowing what I knew) the mechanic listened to my story. picked up a couple things and started to the car. “Hey man, what is this going to cost?”
“Not much,” and he just ignored me. He got under the hood played around a little with the gas lines and said “Now try it.” It started and idled well.
“You won’t have any more problems with that,come on inside.”
He charged me about $3. “It was just the fuel filter, I put you a new one on.” The car ran perfect from then on. It renewed my faith in people.
Another time while stationed in Missouri, I was told I needed a new engine. Sherry was taking piano lessons at the time, and the teacher’s husband was a mechanic. So I took my shaking, missing,backfiring Rambler to his small shop. I told him what the Rambler Dealership had said. He was under the hood. “Hand me the 3/8 wrench off the bench!”
In less that 10 seconds the engine smoothed out. “It was just a couple loose intake manifold bolts, it’s okay now. No charge.” I gave him $10 he had just saved me $800.00.
Everyone is not a con-man, there are some nice folks in this world…
It is like a breath of fresh air to be treated fairly.
In the 1940’s someone decided an upside down Bathtub design was great.
Another upside down Bathtub. 1947 Packard
The convertible Bathtub. 1948