A wrong gas station to stop
I had invited my wife to join me in a quick business trip in a town not so far. Anita had accepted gladly, saying we could share the driving.After two days, we were driving fast in the highway at night…Two hours after midnight, I pulled into a small gas station.Ana said she was starving and I needed some rest.A young black attendant in an oily stained overall came to us.I asked him to fill the tank and then to pull our car into the parking lot. He said it would be fine.I noticed the attendant’s...