Yep (and apologies to Dave for the thread hijack) but lots of interesting things happened when I worked at gas stations. I did another 14 years working part time when I was in the Army, as spare cash to spend on...... motorcycles, of course.
Hughie (my partner in crime, God rest his soul) and I were both working out in the "full service" gas station when a guy drove in in a new Ford Cortina. Hughie filled his car while I checked the oil, water, cleaned the windscreen etc. Before Hughie could put the gas cap back on, he took off without paying! We ran in and told Dave, but back then there was no CCTV etc, and we didn't remember the registration number, but being a small town, Dave rang the local Ford dealership and they were able to tell him that a local guy had bought a new silver Cortina on Ford Finance a few months prior, and was behind on his payments, so Dave gave that info to the cops. The Police went around to his house, but he wasn't home.
This was over the Christmas holidays, which here in Oz, is usually as hot as hell. 3 weeks later a Boy Scout group were doing an activity in an area near the Mitchell River and noticed a Ford Cortina covered in what they thought were bees. On closer inspection, they were flies. There was a body inside. The information that filtered back to us was the guy drove straight from the gas station to that spot, he'd put his garden hose into the exhaust pipe and ran it back into the drivers window, and gassed himself.
Once the guys body was removed, the car went back to the Ford dealership. They stripped the entire interior out of the car and threw it away, pressure washed the fluids out of it, and fitted a new interior. A cop bought it on the cheap, but almost had a nervous breakdown, because of the stench, that just wouldn't go away. The dead guys fluids had run into every void in the car's floor, and no amount of cleaning or air freshener was ever gonna fix it. I believe that it ended up going back to the dealership and being stripped for parts, then the shell was crushed. The worst thing about living in a country town in the 70's was that lots of bad things happened, and everyone knew everyone, so there was not much in the way of help for folks with mental issues back then.