WELL, AS I CAME AROUND to assist you with filling your work van, I had to look up as you opened the door and climbed out to pump your own gas. What a sight you were, climbing out of the van. Such a statuesque posture. You knew it was diesel and you could do it yourself, so I let you, but I still made sure to make time to chat, and finished up your fill as you went in to get some groceries. When I finished, I gave you your receipt. I liked what I saw, and you haven't come back since. I'll keep looking. You were blonde and wearing a gray T-shirt. I was wearing my gas attendant's uniform.—Anonymous
Love and Gasoline
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