$1.93/gallon in Spotsylvania, Va this afternoon. Self serve and the you-don't-have-hold-the-lever-thing was removed.
Back in the day
when we were still squeezing petroleum products out of the dinosaurs as they lumbered past, there were things known as "gas wars". Anywhere from 2 to 4 stations at an intersection and all of a sudden one of them would start trying to force the others out of business by lowering prices,
increasing service, and increasing the premium giveaways. One of the better ones got down to charging only the federal tax (some stupid law prevented them from paying even a portion of it), three
3 guys in snappy uniforms with clip-on patent leather bow ties and pisscutter or bus driver hats charging out at the sound of the bell to wash your windshield front and back plus at least the driver's side window, check your oil and scald themselves pouring water from a galvanized can into your radiator, deflate your tires to the recommended cold pressure even though you had been driving all day, and hand you a box of laundry detergent with a part of a dinnerware set, a box of dishwashing detergent with a dish towel inside, toys for the kiddies, and if you went to the right station a new toothbrush in crinkly plastic and what we now call a travel size tube of either Ipana or Colgate toothpaste. After all that was taken care of the head guy of the crew would ask if you wanted any gas, and if so ethyl or the other stuff.
Of course, this might involve waiting in a line that made the 70s embargo conga lines look like speed skating.
Those were the days when you could ride your bike down to the gas station and drive over the air hose repeatedly until the owner came out and threatened to call your parents. And when you could either bring your leaky inner tube and get it patched and filled for anywhere from free to a nickle, or buy an inner tube (that might or might not burst on you when you were out over your head at the beach) for a dime.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZngGIw5ONWE stay safe.