<VV> ANOTHER TRUNK STORY

[FrankCB at aol.com]

Robert,
     Your story reminds me of the time my wife was  accosted by a 
persistent salesman who tried to sell her some antifreeze  that was on sale that 
week.  She finally gave him her "wide-eyed" look and  said she just didn't know 
WHERE on her car she would install it and he told her  he would be glad to 
show her since her car was parked close by.  Once he  got close to the car 
and saw it was a Corvair he uttered an expletive and turned  around and left 
her standing there.
     This is the same woman who when buying gas would  follow the 
directions of the young kid at the pump and pull up her car so he  could get the 
filler nozzle in position near the rear bumper.  Assuming she  wasn't in a hurry 
she would wait while the kid looked in vain for the tank  opening before 
finally showing him where it was.  (In New Jersey out gas is  so DEADLY that 
we're not allowed to pump it by ourselves so we have to use  the services of 
a "trained" attendant.)
     Thanks for reminding me.
Frank Burkhard
Boonton, NJ
 
 
 
In a message dated 2/17/2012 11:42:54 P.M. Eastern Standard Time,  
jennirw at cass.net writes:

I have  resisted until now - so here goes



In 1962, shortly after I  bought my 1st Corvair (a 60 700 sedan) I pulled 
one
on a young gas station  attendant.  This was when the attendants pumped your
gas, washed your  windshield and checked your water & oil.  Corvairs will
still new  enough that most people had not seen many and a lot of them did
not know  the engine was air cooled and in the back.  I had the only one  in
town. 

I got out of the car and walked into the station, meeting  the attendant
coming out.  "Fill her up and check the water &  oil"  I said as I walked
past the attendant.  I watched out of  the window as he went to the back of
the car looking for the gas filler  door.  After searching all over 
including
trying to swing down the  license plate he finally discovered it up front.
Then he went to the front  of the car attempting to open the trunk - he saw
the lock and came in and  asked me for my key.  Of course I asked him why 
and
he said that my  hood was locked.  That is when I told him the engine was in
the  back.  After checking the oil he finally came back in and asked me  
where
the water was.  I said now you need the key, the windshield  washer is up
front in the trunk, the engine is air cooled and does not have  a radiator.
I got a kick pulling this gag a number of  times.



Robert Jennings

317 Division St

Morenci,  MI  49256

517-458-1586

jennirw at cass.net



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