My grandfather went from a pump boy all the way to owning the station. He named it "Bill's self service gas station" in North Prairie, Wisconsin. He was also a volunteer fireman. He lived not 1 block away from the station. Viewable from his driveway and it was on the corner. He would walk to the station in the morning and bring whoever was visiting fresh doughtnuts from the station. He passed away some time now, but every person in the small town knew of him. Never smoke or drank. Just worked his ass off. I can only hope to be a fraction of the man he was.