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Pumping Gas: Horace goes into a convenience store to buy soda and chips - gets into a bit of trouble
Posted by Douglas, Sep 11, 2007. 1352 views. ID = 6

Pumping Gas

Posted by Douglas, Sep 11, 2007. 1352 views. ID = 6
This post was written in 13 minutes.
When I started writing this, I didn't have a CLUE where it was going. And, to be honest, I still don't!

I suppose, there are a couple different directions the story could go from here. Maybe I'll write the ending both ways. *grins*
This post has been awarded 16 stars by 4 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Horace's Convenience Store Disaster.

"That'll be $37.52, sir."

Horace's hand, which had already half removed the credit card from his wallet, stopped abruptly. Horace looked up at the young cashier, dismayed.

Unshaven, greasy haired, with half-closed eyes, the cashier looked like more like a zombie than a living human being. Horace wondered when the boy had last slept, last bathed, last shaved.


"I bought a bag of chips and a soda," Horace protested.

"And gasoline. Pump Three."

Horace glanced out the window at a dark blue mini-van parked out fron. It was the only vehicle near the pumps.

"That's not my vehicle."

"I watched you stand out there and pump gas into it." The boy's eyes were now a little wider open; he sensed a fight, and was drawing on unexpected stores of adrenaline to wake himself.

Horace glared. "I most certainly did not," he said.


"Ain't no one else in the store, sir."

Horace looked around. It was true. There was no one in sight, which was unusual for such a large and successful variety store. He was beginning to feel like he was in an episode of The Twilight Zone, or maybe Candid Camera.

"Is this a joke?" he demanded.

The boy's eyes narrowed back to tiny slits, but now he looked more suspicious than sleepy. "Well I ain't joking," he said.

Horace looked around the store again. "Anyone in your restroom?" he asked.

The boy shook his head. "We don't got a restroom."

Horace shrugged. "Well, it's not my car, not my gas, and I'm not paying for it."

The boy pondered this for a moment. He couldn't remember anything in his training about a customer refusing to pay. "I'll need to call the manager," he said.

"Fine. You two have a nice chat. While you're at it, you can put these back on the shelf, because I'm not buying them here." He slammed his snack food onto the counter hard enough to crush most of the potato chips.

Without another word he stomped out of the store and around to the side parking lot. He stopped. He stared.

"Hey! Where's my car?"

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This post has been awarded 16 stars by 4 readers.
This post is Part 1 of a writing series titled Horace's Convenience Store Disaster. The next part of this series can be found here: Calling 9-1-1.

Comments


reneep31
Oct 5, 2007
Now I'm wondering what happens next!
   ~Posted by reneep31, Oct 5, 2007

erika
Sep 22, 2009
wow !
   ~Posted by erika, Sep 22, 2009



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