When visiting cousins or friends in the Portland area I always found myself having to slink back into my car, closing my half-cocked door in the process, so I could uncomfortably wait for my tank to be filled for me. I could never remember that "in Oregon, I legally shall need help at the gas pump". I sometimes wondered at what point of forgetfulness I'd get cited or fined. Once I fancied that there was a union of gas pumpers ready for action at the slightest provocation, held in check only by the State's tourism department.
I'd be interested in learning why//how such things came into place.
I'd be interested in learning why//how such things came into place.