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The gas station attendant gingerly perched his half smoked cigarette on the vending machine before he walked over and asked me what I needed. I placed my order and soon the slow tick of the pump marked time like the crinkly metallic sound motorcycle tail pipes make while cooling down after a long ride.
Then much to my surprise the old gas man started pulling autumns early leaves out of the intakes of my car. "Nasty sons-a-bitches" he barked as he extracted a particularly stubborn helicopter seed pod from under the hood. The guy was meticulous… Even by my standards….When it was all said and done he said, "So long. Have a good day man."
I was dumbfounded at the quality of service...
He was the kind of guy that you wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes for even though you know smoking is the worst thing a person can do for themselves. I would no sooner tell that man to quit than I would caution James Dean about the handling characteristics of a Porsche Spyder. It all just seemed "right" and oddly American in a 1950's sort of way.
For the love of strangers indeed.
- Screen name:
- For the love of strangers
- Member since:
- Oct 10 2011
- Active over 1 month ago
- Level of commitment:
- Very Committed
- Years playing music:
- 25
