Firiday Fictioneer: Boy
John lived in Small Town, USA.
He worked as a part time gas attendant.
One day a black Mercedes drove up.
The window lazily rolled down.
A man’s voice said, “Filler her up, Boy.”
“Boy, I need …”
Without a word, or a sign of resentment, John serviced the car.
That afternoon, John was at his part time Sheriff’s job. As he was cruising in his police car, a black Mercedes sped by.
John pulled the car over. He got out of his car, walked lazily over to the window and said, “Need to see your license, Boy.”
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