Another "I Remember...." story, sent to me by some friends.....
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Once upon a time, oil came in metal cans you had to pierce with a
spout, so it was a surprise when I went to work at the filling
station one day and they had motor oil in new plastic containers
with a twist off cap. I wondered why no one had thought of it sooner.
It was not long until I had a customer that asked me to check the oil.
In the "good old days" we pumped gas, washed windshields and checked
tire pressure upon request. The customer's car was low on oil and
they requested a top up, so I got one of the new bottles of oil,
twisted off the cap and put the neck of the container directly into
the opening of the valve cover.
When I opened the bottle, I noticed it had a
tamper proof cap, and the lower half twisted off while remaining on
the bottle. When I pulled the bottle out of the valve cover, to my
surprise, the lower half/plastic ring was gone! Where did it go? It had
slipped off and fell into the valve cover. I sheepishly informed
the customer that I could not see the plastic ring and would have to
take off the valve cover to remove it. He was nice about it and gave me
the go ahead so I pulled the car into the shop and proceeded to
remove the cover. There were five of those rings in there! Apparently
others had the same problem with the ring slipping off the bottle and
either did not notice or did not say anything. The customer went away
happy though.
Shortly after that, motor oil manufacturers seemed
to revise their bottles so the ring stayed with the cap. I wondered
why no one had thought of it sooner.
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I was a gas-pump jockey at a Sunoco Station a friend's Dad owned, but it was well before oil came in plastic bottles. He allowed me to pump gas, take payments, and clean the windshields. I could check the oil and air, but not add oil or fill tires, which required one of The Guys from the service bays to do. After a while, they convinced the owner I was smart enough to do these things properly, which he allowed, about two weeks before the summer ended, and I went back to school. My "primary" summer job was at a little electronics place, but my friend asked me if I could help, and I said sure.