EppsNet Archive: Chevron

Monday Night at the Chevron

20 Mar 2017 /
Chevron

I like the sodas at Chevron . . . they’re not restaurant quality, but they’re better than the flat, tasteless sodas you get at most other gas stations.

On the downside, Chevron as often as not has some donate-a-buck-to-charity shakedown going on at the register. Today the place is plastered with photos of bald children with brave smiles on their faces . . .

“Would you like to donate to St. Jude pediatric cancer research?” the clerk asks.

“I already donated two dollars last week and they haven’t cured it yet?”

 

Meanwhile, I notice another employee plucking all the hot dogs off the rotisserie with a pair of tongs and dropping them in a trash can . . .

“You have to throw those out if they sit too long?” I ask the clerk.

“Yes.”

“Do you ever pluck a couple off and eat them if you’re hungry?”

“No,” he says, with the kind of look someone would give you if you asked them to eat something inedible . . .


The Chevron Guy

15 Oct 2012 /
B for Beggar

My boy and I are buying sodas at the Chevron station . . .

I notice they’ve got the place plastered with breast cancer donation stickers . . . donate a buck to breast cancer research and you can put your name on a 3×5 sticker with a pink car and a Chevron logo and they’ll stick it up on the wall.

I object to that. Let Chevron donate their own damn money instead of shaking down the customers.

“Would you like to donate a dollar to breast cancer research?” the attendant asks.

“No,” I reply. “Shouldn’t Chevron make their own donations? They’ve got more money than I do.”

It takes the guy a few moments to pick up on my theme, but as we’re wrapping up the transaction, he grabs the ball and runs with it.

“Yeah,” he says, “and the price of gas keeps going up.”

“It does, although I have to admit it’s down a little bit in the past week.”

“They bounce it,” he says, “but in the long run, it always goes up. It’ll be five dollars, then seven dollars. And they control everything so there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You’re exactly right,” I say to him.

When we get outside, I say to the boy, “Chevron should fire that guy. Not a good company man.”