22-09-2022, 10:00 AM
Yesterday, I experienced the ugly side of stereotyping and assumption…….
I had to drive approx. 50km due west from where I live, to pick up a couple of rear bearing sets for my bus….I want to replace them before Old Bar.
While I was in the area, I noticed that the price of 98 was at least 20 c cheaper than home, so I thought I’d swing into an Independent and fill up…..I like to support the little guys.
Well, I stood on the driveway for about 5 minutes waiting for the fella inside to clear/reset the bowser so i could fill up………….didn’t happen.
He eventually came out and asked what I wanted…..
(really…? I’m in a petrol station with a bowser hose in the tank of a kombi…..what do you think I want……? )
He looked at the kombi very suspiciously, looked at me equally suspiciously and asked how much fuel I wanted. I replied that I wanted to “fill ‘er up…”
Again, he just stood there looking at me as if i was a destitute derro without money and an old hippy rattler of a vehicle……I’m sure he wanted to tell me to move on …..but he didn’t.
Eventually he returned to his console, reset the bowser and I filled up.
I went inside to pay…..on Amex ….and was met with the same questioning stare……maybe they don’t take Amex, I thought…….but no, his face showed that he thought I’d probably stolen the card…..
So, I switched to a Mastercard, tapped….payment approved said thank you to him and walked out in wonderment…..
The really bizarre thing about this experience is that it was in a suburb where the residents have been persecuted for their religious and ethnic beliefs and it seemed that a white Caucasian driving a Hippy bus was just soooo out of the ordinary that something must be wrong……..
Not going to name the suburb, nor the local culture, not necessary in my opinion.
I would add that the kombi had just been washed, I was neatly dressed, had my hair tied back and had shoes on……
It was a strange and unsettling experience for sure……
I had to drive approx. 50km due west from where I live, to pick up a couple of rear bearing sets for my bus….I want to replace them before Old Bar.
While I was in the area, I noticed that the price of 98 was at least 20 c cheaper than home, so I thought I’d swing into an Independent and fill up…..I like to support the little guys.
Well, I stood on the driveway for about 5 minutes waiting for the fella inside to clear/reset the bowser so i could fill up………….didn’t happen.
He eventually came out and asked what I wanted…..
(really…? I’m in a petrol station with a bowser hose in the tank of a kombi…..what do you think I want……? )
He looked at the kombi very suspiciously, looked at me equally suspiciously and asked how much fuel I wanted. I replied that I wanted to “fill ‘er up…”
Again, he just stood there looking at me as if i was a destitute derro without money and an old hippy rattler of a vehicle……I’m sure he wanted to tell me to move on …..but he didn’t.
Eventually he returned to his console, reset the bowser and I filled up.
I went inside to pay…..on Amex ….and was met with the same questioning stare……maybe they don’t take Amex, I thought…….but no, his face showed that he thought I’d probably stolen the card…..
So, I switched to a Mastercard, tapped….payment approved said thank you to him and walked out in wonderment…..
The really bizarre thing about this experience is that it was in a suburb where the residents have been persecuted for their religious and ethnic beliefs and it seemed that a white Caucasian driving a Hippy bus was just soooo out of the ordinary that something must be wrong……..
Not going to name the suburb, nor the local culture, not necessary in my opinion.
I would add that the kombi had just been washed, I was neatly dressed, had my hair tied back and had shoes on……
It was a strange and unsettling experience for sure……
Cheers,
Mark
It’s not oil, it’s sweat from all the horsepower !
Pit crew for : The Tardis - a ‘76 Sopru Campmobile
& Herman - the ‘71 White Low Light
Mark
It’s not oil, it’s sweat from all the horsepower !
Pit crew for : The Tardis - a ‘76 Sopru Campmobile
& Herman - the ‘71 White Low Light