My second job back in high school, after a short lived stint as a soda jerk, was a gas station attendant at an old Sunoco station. It was at the end of the "service station era," as we did mechanical work as well. When I wasn't pumping gas, I fixed flats, changed oil, and did other minor repairs. It was also during the Jimmy Carter inspired gas shortage. We had long lines and rationing of a sort (if your plates ended in an odd number, you could only buy gas on odd numbered days, etc.). As a high schooler, I was I bit taken aback when the owner, on my first day on the job, handed me a .380 automatic and said, "stick this in your waist band, just in case." Just in case of what I wondered silently but didn't want to sound line a newbie, so I didn't ask. Found out soon enough. The station was in a kind of rough part of town and the long lines made people testy. More then once I was threatened with bodily harm for turning away someone with the wrong numbered plates or because we ran out of gas after they'd waited in line for a couple hours. Usually, all I had to do was brush my jacket aside so they could see the .380 and they would leave. Fun times. The owner was also in the process of being forced out by Sunoco as he was a small time operator, as others have attested to the big oil companies doing earlier in this thread. So, my other job was to run off the Sunoco rep whenever he came out to stick the tanks! Wow, brings back memories.