Middle of the week, on my hour long commute to work. Need to get gas, stop on 19th and Judah to filler~up…

In a hurry, leave the lights on—hop on out of the car…close the door…and pump away…

Put the hose back to grab the ticket and back into the truck to start the rest of the day only to find denial.

Door locked, keys inside, day crumbeling to the ground in pieces…what to do…what to do…

Go talk to the man in behind the window, who pitches in by lending a hand…but nothing to do…all the windows closed…all doors prohibited…

The MAN sends me across the intersection to the other service station—the dude cant leave the place but offers me the skinny tool to do the job…however the tool is new to me, but I say sure…

Cross back to the ride denied,,,slip the skinny in,,,and first shot~~_{dumb luck}~~caught the latch and found my way in.

quickly returned the took to the dude…and was on my way…

if you ever need gas on 19th…the orange ball is the place to be…