This little bit of info as reported to me by the station's employee after I returned inside to inform her that I was done, and she could turn off the outside lights:
"There's somebody out there taking pictures!" - A customer at the gas station reported excitedly to the attendant in the C-store.
I've heard that same story many times over the past few years. Is it because we have all been cautioned to report anything unusual? Maybe.
But, this week was rather funny (to me anyway).
It was a small 6 pumper station that I was working at. I put my allotted amount of gas in, locked the truck and went inside the C-store. Did the mystery portion, revealed myself, etc, etc. I came back outside, moved the truck, donned the safety vest and began taking photos. I was still bundled up, wearing a black headband for my ears, sunglasses and a mask (and the safety vest).
A US postal truck pulled up to a pump, the guy got out watched me and then put gas in his truck.
Then, he left - I mean HE left, leaving the truck still in front of the pump. I silently cursed. I thought I could finish this site quickly.
I waited, and waited and waited. Where did he go, I wondered.
To pass the time while I waited for him (he had parked his truck so closely to the pump that even a side shot was out of the question), I filled out my worksheet, downloaded and named my photos and then reviewed them twice. Still no postman! Oh well, I thought, patience is a virtue.
I stood outside my truck for awhile, then got back in and started it up. I was getting cold!
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the carrier coming up the street to the gas station, delivering mail to the homes and businesses. He stopped for a moment when he saw my truck and me inside. Then, he went into the gas station and obviously delivered their mail.
He came out, staring at me as he walked toward his truck, got inside it and started it up.
Finally! I sighed.
I got out of my truck and walked over, my shiny camera in hand, positioning myself for the photo. Suddenly, he shuts off the truck, gets out and walks over to me (like a cock of the walk).
"What the HE!!'s goin' on!" he asks gruffly, almost badgering me.
I held my ground and calmly told him while pointing to the logo name, "I'm contracted with them to take photos of their pumps and I'm waiting for you to move your truck so I can take the shot.
He looked down at the ground, "Oh," he said stupidly.
He turned around got in his truck, started it and left very quickly.
Sheesh!