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Filling up with gas in this cold makes me all nostalgic. The year is 1994 and I'm working at the Can-Pet in Gibbons (small town version of Petro Can without the franchise fees). I'm making $5/hr which coincidentally was the price of a pack of smokes back then. So my first hour
of work covered a pack of darts for me & the boys on our hockey road trips. The next hour of work paid for a hygaard pizza sub, a bag of chips, & a 1L of Mountain Dew. Gas was approx 40c/Litre people would pull up & either ask for a fill or 5 bucks worth. There was no between.
Many cars back then had the gas cap behind the rear license plate. So you'd pull back the spring-loaded license plate, use the cap to hold it open, insert the gas nozel, set the trigger & hope like hell the gas cap held the spring loaded license plate otherwise the plate would
snap closed causing the nozzle to pull out of the tank and retract. Sometimes the nozzle would dislodge but the trigger would remain set, pumping gas all over. It was an art to manage multiple vehicles asking for "5 bucks reg". When it was minus 30. No one turned their vehicles
off so you'd be maneuvering between vehicles amidst the clouds of sweet smelling exhaust of tuned up cutlass supremes, crown vics, & parisiennes making sure you didn't go over 5 bucks. There was no pre-sets back then either. It was a graceful balet of going from pump to pump.o
If you've worked as a petroleum transferring technician/gas jockey/pump boy, etc in Western Canadian winters - I commend you. Stay tuned next week when I talk about how wearing baggy shorts isn't a good idea when filling a bus with propane. 
