The P.C. used to stand for “People’s Choice”. I don’t know how long this “service station” served the town of Woodbury; it wouldn’t be hard to find out but it doesn’t matter at the moment. The point is that it had been here for a long time, and I used he term “service station” because it was a true “service” station. It was a place you could get a flat fixed or a complete tune up. They would come out and pump your gas and wash your windshield. If you had a tire that looked low on air they would check it and add air, all as a regular part of doing busdiness. They would even take personal checks if they knew you lived in town. People trusted them to do the work that needed to be done and not charge for things that didn’t. It’s a small town and word gets around whether you’re honest or not and P.C. Texaco was a place you could trust.
But times change and it had gotten to the point where they were actually loosing money selling gas. With all the hoops they had to jump through, selling gas had become a lost leader, but one they didn’t really need. They had all the business they could handle out of the two service bays and the gas became more trouble than it was worth. So they did what too few businesses can, they built a new building with five service bays and no gas pumps and business is good; the bays are always full. The empty station has been on the market for a couple of years (notice the price of gas on the pumps) with no takers and I suspect it’s only a matter of time before the place it demolished and the gas tanks are dug up and hauled away. We’re lucky, we still have three gas stations in town, but they don’t pump your gas and wash your windows. Times marches on.
Olympus OMD EM5 with 20mm f1.7 lens processed in Snapseed on my iPad Air. I found it impossible to photograph through the windows without getting reflections of what was outside, but then I realized it told a better story including them. Sometimes you just have to go with the flow.