I was riding in a truck, Mexican style; me in the “back seat” (a little seat about 12 inches wide mounted sideways behind the driver) and the back end (outside) filled with people.
The driver pulled over next to a Miscelenea (a little shop that sells most anything – sort of like a mom and pop 7-11) and asks, “Do you have any gas?” Now this seemed like an odd question to me, since we were in the middle of nowhere and there was not a gas pump in sight.
The man nodded, went inside and came out with a red plastic gas “can.” Using a funnel made from a cut down soda bottle and a piece of hose, he poured the gallon of gas into the tank.(Oh, how I wish I had a picture to show you.)
The driver paid and off we went.
Imagine if someone said, “Fill ‘er up!”