Gas Incident and Story

Hello!

Who's ever driven on a freeway with..ehh, 70+ mph? *cough cough* I was being legal, but well, when you're driving that fast, you usually don't like when there are THREE trucks with full loads trailing behind them going your speed right behind you. in the left lane, in the right lane, in my lane, and all right behind my miniscule Kia Soul (KIA SOUL!!! WOOOHOOOO!). It was a bright red truck, a black truck, and a... I think white truck. Whatever, that was all.

 

So what happened today? Well well, I went to a random gas station I'd never even known existed before: "extra fuel." Well, there were only two other cars, a red truck in the first row, and a tan car in the second row. I figured, oh, let's take the first row since it's closer. NOPE! Bags over the hoses like at an abandoned gas station. So I go to the one next to the tan car. I only know and ever seen "regular" "medium" and the super gas buttons, so you can imagine my surprise at seeing "unleaded" "...unleaded" and "leaded" gas for buttons. Well, I picked my best guess at the $3.74 button. As I waited I found out who was in the tan car. Apparently it's a 30ish year old with no gas and a wallet at home. He JUST saw me pump my gas, so how can I say I have no money? So I reluctantly told him I'll get some money, maybe like 3 or 4 dollars. Crazy right? I'm a college freshman with a backpack in my empty car coming home from school and here's a guy, 27-30 year old in an untidy dress shirt asking me to buy him gas to go home. Just kind of sketchy...Who believes him? Who would've given him change? Who would've gone to a more well known gas station?

 

And here's a story for all you readers! Enjoy!

 

Kali ran and ran. Her little feet didn’t even feel the pavement beneath it. The tiny rocks and pebbles on the ground. Not even when she was on the warm moist grass did she feel any comfort. She kept running. She turned corners, ran into the tunnels, rose up above grasslands she loved to play in. She ran up and down hills, watching behind her every now and then. She caught glimpses of a man. He was wearing a purple cape and a slick fedora. As she ran, she passed maybe a dozen little shops. Odors and wifts of cakes, pies, and late night drinks. Most shops were dark, with silhouettes of manikins, dresses, and shelves of books or other on display for a long retired audience. The lonely few shops that were open had flickering candlelight or dim antique light bulbs, whose light danced upon shiny little objects.

 

She didn’t stop until she reached the Cliff. It was the one structure she could always count on to be there. Her friends and family may be busy or bail on her, and the animals may not be in the best of moods, but the one place she knew that would always accept her was the Cliff.