Many moons ago I was a brand new DHC-6 first officer at the Grand Canyon. Our uniform consisted of any kind of navy blue pants, the pilot shirt in blue, and without epalettes. Why, I don't know, but I guess us Twin Otter pilots didn't rate them.
After terrifying tourists at the Canyon for the day I left work. I had to stop at the gas station in Tusayan, the little tourist trap town that was the gateway to the south rim of the Canyon. I was putting gas in my car when a car with out of state plates pulled in. They told me to gas up their car. I politely informed them that I didn't work there.
This is one of many reasons when it comes time for contract negotiations that I believe I deserve more money.
MS