Hellooooo, Gas Station!

    "Good morning, honey!"

    "Good morning, Gas Station Lady," I said.  "I have three million dollars in gas, and I need a pack of smokes."

    "Do you have a rewards card?"

    "No, Gas Station Lady.  I don't."

    "Do you need a bag?" 

    "For a pack of cigarettes, Gas Station Lady?"

    "Sorry," She said.

    "Don't worry, Gas Station Lady," I said.  "Have a nice day."

    "You too," she said.  "Don't work too hard."

 

    Thanks to you, Gas Station Lady, I am most certainly not going to work too hard today.  You are wise, and your advice is to be trusted.  If you tell me not to work too hard, who am I to argue? 

 

    It's not that I am lazy or weak, Gas Station Lady.  It just takes very little to unmotivate me, and I thank you for reminding me that I do need a day off.  You know me so well, and I wish I could see you every morning, Gas Station Lady. 

 

    Someday, I am going to buy you one of your store's stale jelly doughnuts that you seem to love so much, Gas Station Lady.  You are always eating them and wiping away the crumbs when I come in.  Or, perhaps you'd like one of your delicious breakfast burritos which look as though they have been slowly rotating on the hot-dog conveyor for the past seven hours?  I almost bought one once, Gas Station Lady, but it sort of smelled like old fish, and I don't eat fish for breakfast.  Maybe I'll come back for brunch and enjoy one.  Save one for me.

 

    Gas Station Lady?  Did you know that there is a hobo sleeping behind your store?  Did you tell him not to work too hard too?  He seems much more serious about not working than I do.  I wonder if he'd like a fish buritto.

 

    Anyway, thanks again, Gas Station Lady. 

 

-DP