“My Summer Job”
My Summer Job. As a teenager I had a summer job pumping gas. One week an older guy drove up and said he wanted a fill-up. Then he got out of the car with an umbrella, opened it, and followed me around as I worked, holding the umbrella over my head to keep the sun off me. I awkwardly thanked him as he paid his tab and drove away. A week later he came back for a fill-up. Again, he got out of the car with the umbrella and opened it,…
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