Part 1
Part 2
Finale

Rounding the corner I see that the Filler-Up is a zoo. Everyone in the area has either simultaneously decided to top off the enormous fuel tanks in their SUVs or there is a price hike on the way.

Waiting in line between a Chrysler Land Behemoth and a Plymouth Molehill Maker I feel like a caveman who hasn’t discovered the wheel standing between two dinosaurs. I wait until a pump opens so I can fill the can. When I head inside thinking the waiting is done I'm wrong. There’s another long line. I wait impatiently as I envision wreaking physical violence upon them all before noticing there is a television to watch. I stare blankly at it as the USA team scores a goal in their World Cup qualifier. I’m not all that big into soccer but since it’s on I watch it intently, unsuccessfully trying to be patient. By the time I get to the cash register I’m steaming and on the verge of exploding.

“Hey pal how’s it going.” Ugh I hate when this pouf calls me pal.

“Fine…Jack.” I strongly dislike this guy as he always seems to raise his prices right before I get there and always calls everyone ‘pal.’ What a knob. I drop the four bucks on the counter and head out the door.

As I do so, I’m nearly run down by a Volvo probably driven by some idiot not paying attention to the world around him. I sneer his way and give him the bird as I think ‘they’re boxy but they’re good’ that funny line from Crazy People or whatever the movie was. I wait until the Volvo comes to a rest before I head for home, my safe haven from the madness of the world around me. I wonder what goes through people’s minds when they’re driving, obviously it’s not information about the environment because many seem about as aware as your average garden variety radish when driving.