My first summer (1977 I think) out of school was spent working at a countryside market garden and gas station. It was brutal work, long days, hot sun, very few machines, and enough work for 3 of me. My "breaks" were spent at the gas pumps. My boss would literally call me in from the fields, "Take a break and pump some gas!". I hated the smell at the pumps and would have rather pulled weeds. Besides being in better physical shape than ever before, the real benefit of the job was earning enough to buy my first Telecaster. As for being a gas jockey, well...there weren't as many tips as busking.

That Telecaster got me alot of work however...

Peace, Mooh.