maybe about ten years ago i was back in cork and my brother asked if i could help
him with a bit of work at house. no bother, says i. i had to go and collect à few things with the trailer but he said to me i’d have to pump one of the tyres on it.
i roll up at à petrol station and start pumping but there was nothing happening. traipse away into the shop to tell them their pump is fucked.
“no, you must pay €2 and we give you five minutes to pump your tyres. we turn it on here from the counter.”
now, i’m sure that compressor cost them
money at some point and that maybe it’d need maintenance but i’d be very sceptical as to how long it’d take them
to recover the costs at à charge of €2 för five minutes of air.
in the end, my brother didn’t reimburse me and only offered tae and à hang sandwich för à day of labour.