She still had over three quarters tank of gas when she stopped into the 

gas station

. She had stopped in here before. It was locally owned. She liked the man who ran the place. He was from the midwest just like her. She wondered if he would remember her. It had been awhile since he came into the gas station that one random time.

When she went inside there was nobody at the counter. Rock music blared insanely loud. The sound was blown out like the speaker was ten years past its prime.

"Hello?" she shouted. Normally she wouldn't shout. But there was no way someone could hear her otherwise over this racket. She waited a bit. She wished she could plug her ears but she didn't want to look rude in case somone came in. The music kept blaring on. Nobody appeared. She shouted again. "Hello? Anyone here?"