Regular Glen worked at our service station. I know it's an odd name, but my brother and I were convinced that was his name because, whenever he'd come to the window to check on us, Dad would say, "Fill 'er up with Regular, Glen."
Once they introduced self-service they dropped the price by two or three cents if you'd pump the gas yourself. It wasn't too long until full service stations were a thing of the past.
A few months ago I was in Seattle and stopped for gas at a Chevron station at the corner of 25th Ave NE and NE 65th Street. It was about 8:00 in the morning. I pulled up to the pump and before I could get out the owner was at my window, asking me if I'd like him to fill my tank! Indeed, I would, thank you very much!!
Another day, when we were driving through Sedro Woolley, we stopped at a cute old Chevron station on Ferry and, once again, the proprietor filled our tank for us.
There's one other station I want to give kudos to. It's the 76 station on the corner of 196th and Alderwood Mall Parkway. One December day I stopped by to get just enough gas to get me to my favorite three-cent-discount-per-gallon station (Fred Meyer in Marysville), but when I saw the enormous nativity scene prominently displayed on their property, I happily filled my tank to the top.
I just thought these uncommon occurrences should be noised abroad. Next time you're in the neighborhood, you might want to drop by and give them a little business, just for old time's sake!