I will do everything in my power to never stop at Citgo on Wade Hampton Blvd.
When my dad bought me a car for my 15th birthday, he told me that I would be wise to fill up the gas tank when it was half full. Obviously, as a concerned father, he was trying to prevent any situation that would require his having to trek off at who knows what time of night to find his daughter stranded on the highway. For the first year I did quite well. My gas tank would get around the halfway mark and I’d stop at the nearest gas station.
Then life got busy…as life does when you move from worrying about which piece of bubblegum you will chew next to which elective you need for the Academy. My ever watchful eyes no longer hovered over my gas tank and I began experiencing the “if only I can make it through this red light and coast down the hill and turn into the gas station” type problems.
One day after school, I was driving on Wade Hampton when I noticed that orange flashy light on. Since I had about 25 more miles to go before I reached home…I pulled into the Citgo gas station. I had pumped the gas, and was paying for it when I realized that I had locked my keys in my car. All I had in my hand was my wallet. My cell phone and keys were sitting all cute-like in the front seat.
Joe-who-worked-behind-the-counter offered me the telephone and I called my dad. He was working about 30 miles away and was unable to come to my rescue. After trying to remember my mom’s phone number, I finally got in touch with her. She told me that she’d be there in about 30 minutes and to just hang out at the gas station.
I hung up the phone and casually looked around the place. I was alone with Joe-who-worked-behind-the-counter and he was giving me his sexiest grin possible. I meandered in the beer section for a while merely because it was the farthest area away from the creep. My back was to him and I was glancing over the selections when I heard him approaching me.
My heart picked up speed and I began deliberating on which case of beer to throw at him first when I heard him say, “Hon, I thought you might git bored out here so I brung you some magazines to look at.” And with that, he dumped a pile of porn magazines in my arms.