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@mariner4life mobil was my first job out of school. Got a written warning after my first day.
I got a roofing job for a couple of months when I lived in Sydney, one of the best jobs I ever had!
The price of beer in Australia is fucked. I'm quite happy drinking Coors, Heineken, Guinness, fosters, bud. Probably not much more than a tenner for a dozen here, between 3-4 pound for a pint...a proper pint.
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Seems that few of us have been a "mobil man" (cheesy ads), actually enjoyed the job as I worked on cars as well as pumped gas.
Worked at Bruce McLaren's old garage too, sadly none of his driving skills were available to me.
This agging thread is making me feel really ancient.
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Am I remembering this wrong but did you used to walk into a bottle shop and fill up your own 2l flagon of beer, cant recall seeing that here in Oz. Got stopped by the cops once walking down the street carrying two of them. Think I was 16 and drinking age was 20.
I remember my father bringing flagons home from the local.
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Something else which is funny is I find middle aged woman attractive now when I never used too. Mind you I haven't stopped looking at young woman too.
I'm with you there. There is a lot to find sexy about an older woman once you realise you're married to one
However, on the younger crowd: a 40yo mate of mine found himself in a strip club talking to a stripper who just got off shift. Now of course, the caveat is she's there to keep you at arm's length and try to get you to spend, but once they got a couple of drinks in, and just started talking about life in general, he really appreciated her perspective on life.
Not burdened with kids and 20 years together, he found it very refreshing to speak to a woman who wasn't a work colleague or part of the circle of friends.
No midlife crisis just yet.
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Am I remembering this wrong but did you used to walk into a bottle shop and fill up your own 2l flagon of beer, cant recall seeing that here in Oz. Got stopped by the cops once walking down the street carrying two of them. Think I was 16 and drinking age was 20.
I remember my father bringing flagons home from the local.
When I was a young fella we used to drink flagons all the time. You could get 5 in a standard beer crate and they were 3 bucks each. So $15 for 2.5 gallons. It tasted pretty ordinary and was kind of flat but it got you pissed eventually. Always Lion Red.
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@JC Google tells me I'm not the only one suffering nomad-nostalgia!
At school we had to wear black shoes so for most of us it was either Nomads or Treks. I had both in my time.
Those tan Nomads were as cool as fuck in their day - at least at our school!
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@JC Google tells me I'm not the only one suffering nomad-nostalgia!
Known as Gonads at our school.
Treks are close to a good desert boot but with that ugly seam down the middle. I assume that made them easier/cheaper to make?
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Something else which is funny is I find middle aged woman attractive now when I never used too. Mind you I haven't stopped looking at young woman too.
I'm with you there. There is a lot to find sexy about an older woman once you realise you're married to one
However, on the younger crowd: a 40yo mate of mine found himself in a strip club talking to a stripper who just got off shift. Now of course, the caveat is she's there to keep you at arm's length and try to get you to spend, but once they got a couple of drinks in, and just started talking about life in general, he really appreciated her perspective on life.
Not burdened with kids and 20 years together, he found it very refreshing to speak to a woman who wasn't a work colleague or part of the circle of friends.
No midlife crisis just yet.
5, nearly 6 years ago I moved back to NZ, to a town where I knew pretty much nobody. I retired and kept a place In London with the plan of splitting the year between the two. Got bored and am now doing some work again, albeit on my own terms. Anyway as a result nearly all my friends here are the people I work closest with and they’re all women. The youngest is 22 and the oldest 57 and they’re all gold. They treat me like one of the girls and, mate, they are hilariously filthy. Who knew you could be friends with girls?
BTW, the youngest (who hijacked my Fern account a while back) sits beside me and when she saw me browsing the Fern the other week announced to them all that JC was back on his incel group. She thinks @Catogrande is funny, so there’s no helping her.
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@Snowy yeah my evening shift on the first night consisted of indoor cricket in the shop with the inside of a big glad wrap and a balled up thing of electrical tape. Turns out it wasn't smart as the boss reviewed the tapes the next day to see how I'd gone - how was I to know that wasn't the done thing!
Ended up getting the highest score for shop n check in the country as we spotted one nice and early and went out of our way even cleaning the diesel stains off her car and selling her a range of cleaning goods.
How's that for a euphemism?
Great job.
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Speaking of pumping gas, my grandparents owned a Europa? Petrol Station back in the day, I think it was around 50c a litre or similar. Also had a box of fuel caps that had been forgotten to be put back on. Also think I had to clean the toilets which was never fun.
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@NTA The fact your mate is at a strip club whilst his missus and kids are at home makes me slightly confused. What did he tell her? got a work function on in the city?
Literally that. Some kind of leadership team building thingy. I am led to believe it didn't start in the strip club.
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They treat me like one of the girls and, mate, they are hilariously filthy
This is something that bugs the shit out of me as a grumpy old man: women to treat mean like dirty pervs despite being just as bad. A lot of the women in my wider friendship circle carry on like they're pure as the driven snow and roll their eyes if the blokes are doing anything they consider inappropriate - particularly if the kids are within half a kilometre.
Only just now have I got my wife to admit she finds guys like Jason Fucking Momoa hot*, and of course if I get caught looking at anything I get the furrowed brows.
*This will make you laugh: she was a few glasses of Rose into a lunch one day with friends, and the topic of JFM came up. One of the ladies says "Oh no you couldn't do that hair could you?" to which Mrs TA replied "oh I think you could ..." in much this fashion
Does it bother me? No. That big, ridiculously funny and handsome fluffybunny isn't about to show up at my doorstep looking like Aquaman, after all.
But if it whets the grindstone....
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