Petrol Station
As you walk through the door a lil' bell goes ding. The slack jawed attendant stares at a
comic, his posture just daring you to distract him from his own amusements. His name
tag reads Gus and has a lil' smily face on it. Around you are rows of convenience and
auto parts.
Pay for your petrol
Politely turn around, get in the car and drive
Are you ready to give up?