Its weird how the gas stations have all gone one way or the other, They are either new, nice, well lit, with large clean bathrooms.
or they are dingy, nasty dirty dumps.
paint and windex is practically free. adding some additional lighting inside and out is not expensive either. yet so many gas stations are just gross nasty places. why is that?
I have the opinion that it is only due to the profit margin. Few company owners or managers will spend money to make their company nicer unless forced to. They simply do not want to reduce the profit, now even to fix a soap dispenser
Jesse, that is true. It seems a lot of stations these days are owned by foreigners and they don't really seem to care. I look at these pictures you have posted, the Gilmore station, this Shell station from the 60's, the banner picture of the Gulf station from the 30's, and they all have something in common. Pride. Pride of place, pride of work. I really miss those glory days of the old filling station/repair shop. I remember when I was young I loved to go there and hang out with the guys, and pontificate and bull shit about everything under the sun and moon. It was an education. And man, did we talk cars and women.
Its weird how the gas stations have all gone one way or the other,
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or they are dingy, nasty dirty dumps.
paint and windex is practically free. adding some additional lighting inside and out is not expensive either. yet so many gas stations are just gross nasty places.
why is that?
I have the opinion that it is only due to the profit margin. Few company owners or managers will spend money to make their company nicer unless forced to.
DeleteThey simply do not want to reduce the profit, now even to fix a soap dispenser
Jesse, that is true. It seems a lot of stations these days are owned by foreigners and they don't really seem to care. I look at these pictures you have posted, the Gilmore station, this Shell station from the 60's, the banner picture of the Gulf station from the 30's, and they all have something in common. Pride. Pride of place, pride of work. I really miss those glory days of the old filling station/repair shop. I remember when I was young I loved to go there and hang out with the guys, and pontificate and bull shit about everything under the sun and moon. It was an education. And man, did we talk cars and women.
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