Stowaway
The night air felt good. There was a warm breeze blowing lazily. As I stood there with my eyes closed, I imagined myself on a remote beach in the Florida Keys. I was watching a beautiful sunset and hoping to catch the elusive green flash. Unfortunately, reality all too quickly intruded when the gas pump nozzle clunked off. I squeezed the handle a few more times to get the dollar amount up to a nice, round number. I pulled the nozzle out, put it back into the pump, and went inside to pay. It was one of those one stop gas, shop, eat, drink, and be merry convenience centers you find at the end of nearly every freeway exit ramp. ...