I stopped at my regular gas station to fill up the new van, I was down to below a half a tank.  I pulled into the full service as I always do–I have a sensitivity to gas fumes that brings on a migraine.  The service man knows me and my old van, so when I opened my window and leaned out as he came around the back, I managed to surprise him.

     “Squeee, new van.”  I told him.

     “Nice one!”  He said.

     While the tank filled, I showed him all the neat features.  Funny how we all seem to point out the clock and how coolly elegant it is.

     You all have a good one!