Reply #19: I remember those days well! [View All]

[SeattleGirl]

My dad had a part-time job at a gas station in addition to his full time regular job. He and mom each had a car, as did I. We could get up in the middle of the night and go fill up. I know, it seems like cheating, but before anyone flames me, my dad had conditions for this (and yes, by the way, we paid for the gas; we weren't stealing it, and his boss gave him the okay for us to do this). Anyway, I was in community college at the time, and dad said I had to take the bus there and back. I had to walk or take the bus to see friends whenever possible (fortunately, many of my friends lived nearby). Dad had to drive to his day job, but the gas station was close enough that he could walk to work there. Mom had to drive as she worked at a hospital, and unless she came up with a bad case of being dead, she was expected to be there. I drove my car to my job when I worked the night shift, especially on weekends, as I did not get off until midnight or after, and it was about 8 miles from home. Anyway, I could usually make a tank last close to a month -- lots of people figured out how to stretch their gas "ration".