Reminds me of another Ed story - y'all have been warned:
The last time I was in NJ, a bunch of years ago (80's I'm thinking), my friend in his T/A
Challenger and I in my '68 Bee stopped at one of those rest stops off the turnpike and
I got out and started getting some gas.
Dude comes out of the little shack ranting and waving his arms...
I looked at my admittedly more travelled friend like "WTF?"
He says "they pump it in this state." And then snickers...because he knows what's coming.
Dude comes over to the car and starts trying to grab the nozzle out of my hand...
that wasn't wise, his job or not.
Grabbed his wrist by the carpal area, looked him dead in the eye and said "nobody touches my
car but me.
Ever."
Very calmly...
He freezes.
I reach in my pocket and pull out $5 and stick it in his shirt pocket with my free hand.
Pointing over at the main building, I suggest it's break time and he needs to go get a Double R Bar
burger over at Roy Rogers.
He agrees...
I pay the other attendant once I'm done and we're outta there on the way to Englishtown.
I really miss those Double R Bar Burgers. Hell, I miss the old Roy Rogers restaurants...