I used to work at a petrol station, that used to be part of an auto-shop.

I was young and could barely a thing about cars. My boss, a grown woman, had worked there for several years, knew every item we had in stock, what they are used for and all the different names people have for them.

Whenever we worked together, people would still ask me for help even though I was busy doing something else. They’d rather stand and wait for me to be free, than ask her for help.

I’d make a point out of asking my boss for help with finding the items they needed.