My second "real job" was at a local gas station where I could work on my hot rod at night. It was standard fare to keep a ladder handy and a pair of binoculars on the desk so we could see when the station down the street changed their price. I didn't even have to call the owner...if the price down the street went down so did ours. Out comes the ladder and the HUGE plastic numbers. It was not unusual to change the price several times a day. This was during the late seventies and the price was almost $1 per gallon. I was pullin down a cool 3 bucks an hour. |