Give the Kid a Break
Kid at the service station looks to be fifteen. Sixteen tops.
He has walked around our old relic three times
Looking for the gas tank.
My husband is gleefully watching him in the rearview mirror.
That’s the fourth time! He says, laughter in his voice.
Go help him, I say, annoyed.
This is a game we play at every gas station
When we drive the antique car out.
Gas tank is underneath the license plate. Sheesh!
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