Serve us stations, down graded 

“Fill ‘er up…with premium grade…” Followed, almost always, it seemed, by “Charlie” It was as if every service station attendant who, in our locale, doubled as owner, with not only his name tag but signage over the cash register proudly announcing this. Given the frequency with which our dad got his car refueled here, it got abbreviated to “Chuck” Who, after filling the tank and cleaning the windows (with some type of magical liquid that never left streaks) paid our parent the courtesy “check under the hood for you today, to see if you’re down a quart?” And, of course accompanied by the subtle kick, of the tires (which we thought as youngsters was just for good luck, but turned out to be more functional, as in checking for leaks…speaking of, “if you need to, it’s right around the back”) Chuck, of course, is long gone, only to be replaced by “Bud” (same name I hear for every other male in my waiting room) - not the given name of the attendant (as there are none) but the buy product of allowing what used to simply serve us as a gas station, offers "Bud Light" as well as the kind you light up, at least the most current masqueraders, as in "kratom" that used to come as K2 (chemically unrelated to "bud" or pot, and with more unpredictable effects...) 

No fueling... Or, to be more accurate, another way to get current, with the times, is to go wherever the government sponsored plugin outlets are to get us to buy in, to the electric autos. Which, if you want fully charged, may have to leave overnight. Which is where the common ground is, as in fuel for thought, that to really get good mileage, keep it in Park. 

Rear view... it used to be super cool to get our dad, once he became highly familiar with our gas station owner, to cut to the chase by simply saying "up Chuck"😂