Getting Gas

I’m late, but the “dangerously low” light’s been blinking for the past 10 miles. Damn, better stop. Yes — only two at each pump. Guess I’ll line up behind the … VW bus. Driver’s out, staring at the pump. Still staring at the pump. C’mon buddy, push some buttons!

Hokay… dude #2 slides out of the passenger seat to “help”. Both stare at the screen. And stare. Some discussion, then, no action. Yo, guys, while we’re still young!

The panel door slides open and a pareau-wearing woman emerges. Strumming a ukulele. Serenading the men! I am so dead.

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