You pulled up, stayed in the car, and a guy in a uniform came out and did everything. Pumped the gas, checked your oil, cleaned your windshield, checked tire pressure. All included. You just sat there like royalty.
'Fill her up with regular' was the only thing you had to say. Then you handed over three dollars and drove away with a full tank. Three dollars.
When self-serve stations started showing up, people were genuinely confused. You want me to get out of my car? And touch the pump? With my hands? It felt barbaric.