I remember...

My High School job was working in the gas station, it was awesome. I think I started at $2.75 an hour. For every quart of oil we sold, we got an extra .10 cents, I think windshield wipers were .20 cents? 76 station at the bottom of Angles Crest, weekends were full of bikers. Loved that job.

Because we had a full garage, working nights you could do all your maintenance on your car/truck. In the summer I would do a 10pm to 6am shift, bring my Dads boat to work and give it a full detail. 17yr old working the night shift, zero protection, not a worry in the world. Not going to happen today anywhere.

Hot Milf's would use Full Service, they would show up in skirts, for some reason they were always showing lots of legs, needless to say they left with the cleanest windows ever ;)

One night me and my co-worker were coming up with job titles, gas pumper sounded lame, we landed on PTT (Petroleum Transfer Technician). I put that on an application and got an interview because the guy didn't know what PTT was, I told him, he laughed and hired me. For the most part I am still in that industry 40 years later.

Great times
 
Chevron station for a while. Fun times, bad owner.
Moved over to Shell, just East of Sears.
Many female shoplifters used our bathroom
to change into the new threads.
That year was the first "WATTS Riot"
and we were armed to the teeth.
 
Just after HS I worked at the Chevron in my neighborhood (South Montebello) for a few years.

You get ALL types at a Gas Station, every class of people there is....fun job for sure.

I was the Swing Shift (3pm-11pm) Cashier in the little Snack Mart, yes we sold beer, mad dog, night train and cigarettes, that was about 90% of the sales besides the gas.


The owner was $$$, he owned 3 stations, one in Hacienda Heights and his best was on Alameda kiddy corner from Union Station and Alvera Street in DTLA.

$$$$$ Cash Cow for sure.
 
Started working at a 2 bay full service station just outside of a small town at 14yo... just off highway 36/72 in the middle of Illinois, after getting kicked out of school and parents didn't want me running the streets while they were at work. Ended up working there another 3 years. After a years and would need to be dropped off with the cash bag and keys to open up and spent more time there solo than with the owner/mechanic. Changing tires, split rings and all, doing oil changes, body work, rebuilding engines, and of course pumping fuel (while smoking a cigarette of course) and cleaning windows... always hated seeing a semi roll up because they'd be covered in bugs. In the middle of the bible belt and surrounded by corn & beans... no milfs like @Cookie had.

I got $10 a day, kept 30% of the labor I charged on any repairs. Free snacks/sodas from the counter. The Snap-on man came every Tuesday and took anything that I wasn't pumping into the arcade machines. Did most of the work on my 66 Bel Air there while I wasn't busy working on someone else's stuff.

I'd go back and do it all again if I could still have the mullet I had then.
 
HozayKwarvo said:
Started working at a 2 bay full service station just outside of a small town at 14yo... just off highway 36/72 in the middle of Illinois, after getting kicked out of school and parents didn't want me running the streets while they were at work. Ended up working there another 3 years. After a years and would need to be dropped off with the cash bag and keys to open up and spent more time there solo than with the owner/mechanic. Changing tires, split rings and all, doing oil changes, body work, rebuilding engines, and of course pumping fuel (while smoking a cigarette of course) and cleaning windows... always hated seeing a semi roll up because they'd be covered in bugs. In the middle of the bible belt and surrounded by corn & beans... no milfs like @Cookie had.

I got $10 a day, kept 30% of the labor I charged on any repairs. Free snacks/sodas from the counter. The Snap-on man came every Tuesday and took anything that I wasn't pumping into the arcade machines. Did most of the work on my 66 Bel Air there while I wasn't busy working on someone else's stuff.

I'd go back and do it all again if I could still have the mullet I had then.
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Who else thinks Hozay should show up at the flag pole with a mullet???

Raise your 🖐️
 
rivermobster said:
Who else thinks Hozay should show up at the flag pole with a mullet???

Raise your 🖐️
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I've tried... twice I think. Had a competition with Chummin and Madweazl years ago..... three jarheads trying to regrow mullets. I was doing good until it got about to my shoulders and couldn't take it anymore. Madweazl had a respectable showing but Chummin won the competition hands down.
 
Crusty said:
Just after HS I worked at the Chevron in my neighborhood (South Montebello) for a few years.

You get ALL types at a Gas Station, every class of people there is....fun job for sure.

I was the Swing Shift (3pm-11pm) Cashier in the little Snack Mart, yes we sold beer, mad dog, night train and cigarettes, that was about 90% of the sales besides the gas.


The owner was $$$, he owned 3 stations, one in Hacienda Heights and his best was on Alameda kiddy corner from Union Station and Alvera Street in DTLA.

$$$$$ Cash Cow for sure.
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So, like Clerks but with gas too .. .
 
HozayKwarvo said:
Started working at a 2 bay full service station just outside of a small town at 14yo... just off highway 36/72 in the middle of Illinois, after getting kicked out of school and parents didn't want me running the streets while they were at work. Ended up working there another 3 years. After a years and would need to be dropped off with the cash bag and keys to open up and spent more time there solo than with the owner/mechanic. Changing tires, split rings and all, doing oil changes, body work, rebuilding engines, and of course pumping fuel (while smoking a cigarette of course) and cleaning windows... always hated seeing a semi roll up because they'd be covered in bugs. In the middle of the bible belt and surrounded by corn & beans... no milfs like @Cookie had.

I got $10 a day, kept 30% of the labor I charged on any repairs. Free snacks/sodas from the counter. The Snap-on man came every Tuesday and took anything that I wasn't pumping into the arcade machines. Did most of the work on my 66 Bel Air there while I wasn't busy working on someone else's stuff.

I'd go back and do it all again if I could still have the mullet I had then.
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My entire family is from Wenona, off the 39.

You definitely had some great teenage years. Desolation tends to create fun entertainment.
 
First real job while still in high school. Arco station 10th & A st. Downtown San Diego. Great owner allowed us to get gas on credit and settle up on payday. Full service tips were great. Lots of rich folks in the high rise luxury condos across the street. 2-10 shift 5 days a week. Saw lots of interesting stuff there. It was in 1977-78
 
My best friend in High School worked at a couple different Shell stations with his sister, Same owner just different locations. One was in El Cajon and when he was working, we always would stop by for a few to just hang out. The other one was down in Lemon Grove in what might not have been the best hood for a couple long haired white boys from La Mesa to be hanging out at. It was the classic old school gas station. He had the key on a ring where you would re-set the pumps after each person and Office/ Service Bay area. All cash business where you would make the change right there at the pump out of your pocket.
So, it was one afternoon, and he had to work a shift down in Lemon Grove location. So, I decide (luckily) to just tag along. About an hour into the shift, I go to the bathroom as he is pumping gas for a couple old school vato types. They offer him a toke off the J they were hitting (raise your hands if you see where this is going). I come out of the rest room as he comes back into the Office tells me I missed out blah blah blah.

About 30 minutes go by and I look at my friend, and he is starting to trip balz. I had to call his sister to drive down and take over then drive his tripping ass home. He later told me that the next shift down there the guys came back to see how he was doing and they completely freaked out because he now was a woman.
 
Same old story here also. Paper route as an 11 to 14 yo and worked at Pop's restaurant in El Porto/Manhattan Beach, The Broadside.Dad Broadside 1.jpg
Buddy got me a job at Shell station in Redondo Beach on PCH and C St. I was about 16 or 17. Worked there a few months. Then went fishing on a boat until about 20 years old. Did both fishing/flying and construction until about 35 yo. Then full time fishing until now! 40 years so far flying over the ocean. Pic is probably 1971 or 72 or 73! lol But the price of a home in MB $52,500 on the left side of pic! 😂 Now about 5 Million!
 
Air450 said:
Same old story here also. Paper route as an 11 to 14 yo and worked at Pop's restaurant in El Porto/Manhattan Beach, The Broadside.View attachment 162153
Buddy got me a job at Shell station in Redondo Beach on PCH and C St. I was about 16 or 17. Worked there a few months. Then went fishing on a boat until about 20 years old. Did both fishing/flying and construction until about 35 yo. Then full time fishing until now! 40 years so far flying over the ocean. Pic is probably 1971 or 72 or 73! lol But the price of a home in MB $52,500 on the left side of pic! 😂 Now about 5 Million!
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I used to live around the corner from that place on El Porto Drive. It was a Hawaiian breakfast spot called the Beach Hut then. I'd buy coffee there every day and eat there after surfing. Good grinds . . .
 
South Bay said:
I used to live around the corner from that place on El Porto Drive. It was a Hawaiian breakfast spot called the Beach Hut then. I'd buy coffee there every day and eat there after surfing. Good grinds . . .
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They were the owners after my Dad left/sold? the place. I think he had it for about 3 years. He got married and we moved to Torrance.
 
1986 i graduated high school and went to visit my godmother in silver springs md. she never married, never had kids, just 2 dogs that she cooked steaks for every night. we were heading to hershey pa to go do the tour and see the park and she says we can't leave until my gas station opens up. I thought that's odd, there's gas stations everywhere. so i asked her why. she said they pump my gas. I said I can pump your gas and she said really? you know how?
I'm like wtf, seriously, she had never pumped her own gas. she even tried to pay me to do it lol.
 
zilla68 said:
1986 i graduated high school and went to visit my godmother in silver springs md. she never married, never had kids, just 2 dogs that she cooked steaks for every night. we were heading to hershey pa to go do the tour and see the park and she says we can't leave until my gas station opens up. I thought that's odd, there's gas stations everywhere. so i asked her why. she said they pump my gas. I said I can pump your gas and she said really? you know how?
I'm like wtf, seriously, she had never pumped her own gas. she even tried to pay me to do it lol.
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I dunno if it's still this way, but...

First trip to Oregon dunes. Pulled in to fuel up and started pumping into my truck.

The attendant come running out with his hair on fire, screaming at me...

Stop!!! Don't do that!!! 😱😱😱

I guess in Oregon, it's not legal to pump your own fuel!!! 🤣🤣🤣

Poor guy was about to have kittens!!! 😁

😺 🐈 😺
 
rivermobster said:
I dunno if it's still this way, but...

First trip to Oregon dunes. Pulled in to fuel up and started pumping into my truck.

The attendant come running out with his hair on fire, screaming at me...

Stop!!! Don't do that!!! 😱😱😱

I guess in Oregon, it's not legal to pump your own fuel!!! 🤣🤣🤣

Poor guy was about to have kittens!!! 😁

😺 🐈 😺
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It ended in 2023, but I had a similar encounter once.

Guy comes running out yelling, I'm like WTF?..
 
First "Cash" under age job was stock boy for my Uncle's Catering Truck, load the groceries and stock the drinks and ice it all down, then went with him on the route he drove, he had a couple trucks at the time. Very cool summertime gig and got $25 a day and all the lunch truck food i could eat LOL.

I actually drove a truck for him later on when I had my DL, he had 6 trucks at that time. Well untill he got gunned down coming home from picking up my cousins from elementary school. Right at his doorstep he took 3 bullets and after almost a year in USC Medical , he came home. He was soo lucky to survive, one bullet is still in his head today, he's about 80% now.

Russian Armenian Mafia shit....dont take other gangs meat delivery routes was the message, he started to make good $$ supplying meat to local Mexican restaurants. Everyone had a lane, he strayed from his.

Pizza Shop was my first real job at 15.

Barro's Pizza in Montebello, they were a small Italian family chain in the SGV area (Mafia too lol).

Now called Rios Pizza (same family) and a few spots still.


Mmmm...thick crust pizza 🍕
 
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