When I was very young every station was full service, some were better than others. There was a Sinclair station (the one with the dinosaur), located in Minneapolis that still did the oil, water, and air thing while wearing the white uniform with the peaked cap up to '76. (I think) Then there was the Phillips 66 at the corner of Hwy.101 and County rd. 6, where the guy would casually notice that a car had pulled up to the pump, spend a reflective moment while having a good scratch, shift a soggy cigar butt to the other side of his mouth, and then ask, "Whadda-ya-want?"