I didn't know that when I was pulling into the Matilda at Everton Park that I was in fact entering a time machine.
I'd turned off the engine and had cracked open my door when a young man with a few scallywag hairs on his chin closed it shut again and said "there's no need for that, maam. How much fuel are you getting today?". I was dumbfounded. "Ahhh....$15." The young gent scurried off to fill up my tank. He notioned for me to wind down the passenger window so we could talk about things like the weather and the football.
I watched him with a kind of disbelieving smile on my face throughout the entire process. He came back for my money, ran inside and came back in a flash with $5 change.
I thought this kind of service was ditched for self service before I was even born.
I had been transported to a slower, more polite time. When I told my pa about it, he slapped his knee and spouted a "that's how they used to do it back in the good old days..." which soon turned into a solemn examination of 'what's wrong with the world today'. Ho-hum.
So, go there! You'd never expect to be so pleased with a petrol station experience.
Know this though- they only offer this service from Monday to Friday. On weekends, you have to fend for yourself. read more