10 Dollars Worth
"Fill 'er up?" The attendant asked GranDad while chewing on a wad of
bacca with the remnants of spittle on his chin just after hocking one.
"Naw... just give me 10 dollars worth. That'll be good, thank ya'."
"Ok." He said, "But it's miles 'fore the next gas stop. Better think about it."
GranDad rebutted, "Naw... I just need enough to take me down the road
To da' house. It don't take me twenty minutes to get there by foot."
"She 'bout broke down anyways. Don't want to waste my cash on 'er
if she can't take me where I want to go," GranDad said with a chuckle.
"So, just give me 10 dollars. That's all she's worth."
(Written 3 days before the family van was wrecked when we put $10 of gas in it.)
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