I helped out at a service station when I was about 12 or 13. My job was to sweep the driveway, fix flats, wash cars, etc. One day I decided to try my hand at pumping gas. On my very first customer I placed the nozzle into what I thought was the proper place located just behind the license plate.
Need I tell you?
Well, let's put it this way: I was never allowed to pump gas again.
Anyway, that little red rag hanging out of the back pocket was a real source of pride.
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