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It's two am. It's snowing outside. Cars drive by more frequently then they should. It's Christmas morning. I'm at the 7/11. I'm standing under the awning outside. I'm smoking a cigarette. It's my 19th since my shift started. My shift started at 9 pm Christmas Eve. I'm getting paid time and a half to enjoy the snow and the cars and the cigarettes. I hear the bell ring. I'm alerted to a customer. I put out my cigarette. I step inside. Inside it is warm. The customer is a young man. The young man has dark orange hair. He is wet and he is not smiling. He asks me if we have any one gallon containers. I tell him no, we do not sell those here, we have a payphone out back if you need one. He says no, thanks. He walks over the soda machine and grabs a 72 oz cup. He asks me if he needs to pay for it. I say no and ask him if he is broke down. He says yes, about a mile and a half down the highway. I tell him I'll give him a ride. He appears to think about it for a moment. He says thank you. While I lock up the station he fills his 72 oz cup with the cheap gasoline. I finish up and walk to the car. I unlock the car and sit down. He sits down. We drive and he says stop, there's my car. I pull over and he gets out. He pours the gas into the tank. He starts his car. I drive back to the gas station. He follows. I open up the gas station. He purchases $36.79 worth of gas. He says Merry Christmas and drives away. I go outside and light up a new cigarette. It's now 2:24 am. The snow is coming down harder. The cars appear unchanged.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
Pay and a Half
It's two am. It's snowing outside. Cars drive by more frequently then they should. It's Christmas morning. I'm at the 7/11. I'm standing under the awning outside. I'm smoking a cigarette. It's my 19th since my shift started. My shift started at 9 pm Christmas Eve. I'm getting paid time and a half to enjoy the snow and the cars and the cigarettes. I hear the bell ring. I'm alerted to a customer. I put out my cigarette. I step inside. Inside it is warm. The customer is a young man. The young man has dark orange hair. He is wet and he is not smiling. He asks me if we have any one gallon containers. I tell him no, we do not sell those here, we have a payphone out back if you need one. He says no, thanks. He walks over the soda machine and grabs a 72 oz cup. He asks me if he needs to pay for it. I say no and ask him if he is broke down. He says yes, about a mile and a half down the highway. I tell him I'll give him a ride. He appears to think about it for a moment. He says thank you. While I lock up the station he fills his 72 oz cup with the cheap gasoline. I finish up and walk to the car. I unlock the car and sit down. He sits down. We drive and he says stop, there's my car. I pull over and he gets out. He pours the gas into the tank. He starts his car. I drive back to the gas station. He follows. I open up the gas station. He purchases $36.79 worth of gas. He says Merry Christmas and drives away. I go outside and light up a new cigarette. It's now 2:24 am. The snow is coming down harder. The cars appear unchanged.
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Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 4:07 AM UTC
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