Max was pumping gas the next day. Filling her up he sometimes would say to his friends. He didn’t get why they did three decimal places here. Like the prices it made him think that everywhere does this but the gas station is the only one that displays it. But that couldn’t be. Ope almost missed 10. Max had a system Wednesday morning he filled up at Sunday night after work. This way he always had enough gas. But also he didn’t fill up on Tuesday. That’s the day they usually fill so it would be low. If it’s too low you can get dirt in your engine. Just filled like Tuesday night also bad. Too much turbulence in the water everything is mixed up. His dad told him that. Or his uncle. It was hard to remember. He clicked the gas lid on. Twice. Then plopped into the drivers seat. The silence was ruined by his music blaring back on.
“Goodness gracious the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?”
Max turned it down in embarrassment he nodded to the guy next to him. And gave a wave as he pulled on to road.
“Goodness gracious the papers!
Where the cash at? Where the stash at?”
Max turned it down in embarrassment he nodded to the guy next to him. And gave a wave as he pulled on to road.
