You know how it goes...
You have a couple beers, maybe you burn one...
And before you know it you're meandering down Memory Lane.
That's what happened to me tonight.
One of the lessons I learned early from the Guelph Old Boys was if you didn't stand up for yourself you were finished.
I remember the day Mr. Brown from B&R Motors came down to John's Supertest where I worked to fill up his Lincoln Mk III.
Came to $14. I remember it like it happened yesterday.
B&R was the Lincoln-Mercury and Ford Truck franchise in Guelph at the time, and Mr. Brown was the big dog in that establishment.
Comes down to John's Supertest, where I'm the pimply-faced teen afternoon shift boss. Fills up his Lincoln and hands me an envelope. Hops in his Lincoln and heads back to B&R.
In the envelope is a note; please deduct gas from Crawford's bill at B&R.
Crawford was the day shift boss. Used to work for Mr. Brown down at B&R Motors. Guess they had some unresolved issues.
Unfortunately, I was responsible for the till on my shift. That 14 bucks was coming out of my pocket.
Crawford Vollet was kind of a hard luck guy. His wife Jean used to show me the pictures of the life they once had; big house, new Cadillac, thriving aggregates business.
Then it all went for a shit, which is a great story for another time, and Crawford was reduced to becoming a truck salesman for Mr. Brown, and when that went off the rails, a shift manager at John's Supertest.
The same place where I was the zit-faced teenage know-it-all afternoon shift manager.
So I have a problem.
Mr. Brown, who is sort of a big deal in town, just stiffed me for 14 bucks. He thought he was getting it out of Crawford's hide, but no. It was coming out of mine.
So a couple of days later when the tank was near empty, I drive my '67 Chev Bel Air wagon down to B&R Motors. Pull up to the pumps.
$16.50. I give the pimply teen who pumped the gas a two dollar bill, two quarters, and an envelope.
Next day Mr. Brown shows up at John's Supertest.
There ensued a heated debate between him and Crawford, a debate that involved a lot of shouting and arm-waving on both sides.
But neither of them ever brought the matter up with me.