Slow Pump
I’m not sure what was more depressing — having to work on the summer holiday while the family was off having fun, or watching a big chunk of the bonus money I earned go right into the gas tank of my decade-old Subaru. I pulled into the service station on the opposite side of the pumps from a beat-up Ford Taurus. Duct tape was holding part of the fender together. I guess my car isn’t so bad, I thought to myself. As I was about to swipe my credit card at the pump, I saw a slender blond in short...