confession: i don’t pump my own gas
Okay friends, I may have to find a new full-serve gas station. Because my car gets 5mpg, I’m in Bob Lee’s twice a week. The guys know me there (I tip them well). So this morning one of them asks if I could do him a favor. “Sure!” I say. What could it be? Pick him up some degreaser for his hands? Show a little more cleavage?
No such luck. He asks me if he can put a Bob Lee sticker on my car. Um. No. “Well, I only ask because you have school stickers on there.”
Okay, I realize that I may spend about as much on gas as I do on tuition, but I only put the Shorecrest stickers on there so my car can get keyed while I’m in South St Pete. Same reason I have a Gator license plate. I’m trying to get my car torched at a Florida State game so that I can get a new one.
Why not have a smoked fishspread sammy while you get that nail pulled out of your tire?
Bob Lee’s Deli Menu: http://www.bobleestire.com/LinkClick.aspx?fileticket=z9ViOxTN66o%3d&tabid=87
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