You pull up to a gas station in a snow storm because you were too stubborn to stay in side. You sit there for a minute hurry get out of the car pay for it and you always have an awkward “Hi, how are you.” quick talk every single time. Then we all stand out there and wait for it to get done. No one ever sits back in the car to wait for what seems like eternity for the gas to stop. We latch that little thing and stair and stair and stair. Maybe do a little dance to try to stay warm and then you hear it..the click! You hurry and scramble to get the pump out of your car and to screw the cap back on. You slam the little door shut, and you know every single person does, they skip back to their car, maybe not skip in a sense of skipping but skip as in not fast enough to run, not slow enough to walk.. kind of a shuffle but not so shuffle-y.Then we sit down and slam the door as fast as we can, like its going to matter if we keep it open for two extra seconds. We turn the car on, wait for the heat to kick in, check the gas, and I don’t know about anyone else but I definitely look around to see if there is anyone else doing the same thing that I had just did. Then laugh out loud to myself.
