I went out just before 3am today to take Lucy to work. Needed gas. Had to stop at the station on Factory street. I was sleepy, hair looked like shit, and I admit it cranky. The clerk looked like I caught her doing something. Wondered out and in a low uninterested voice said high. I said I need $10 of gas. She looked out onto the lot and looked at the only car out there, mine. So I thought she was punching it up, but she kind of stalled. I said, are you okay? She looked up and said, what pump? I looked out and couldn't make out the number. She said, the van? I came within inches of saying no, the other pump with nothing parked by it. Or the far one, with my Wonder-Woman jet next to it.
Yes the Wonder-Woman jet picture......See it?
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