Back when I was only fourteen years old I got a part time job at the local Blueberry Creek general store and gas station in the very small town we lived in. I pumped gas and sold groceries along with a host of other chores. Gas was only twenty-five cents a gallon back then. On top of that my boss insisted I always add an extra nickels worth of gas to every customer’s tank. A bottle of coke sold for twelve cents plus a three cent deposit. I remember one of my friend’s older brothers came by the store regularly, filled up his very nice car with gas and drank a coke while he waited for me to do the chore. When I was done he would always toss me the empty bottle and tell me to keep the deposit. That was a three cent tip - no small matter when I was only making a buck an hour. Those were indeed the good old days!
