Low tire, need Air.
This is the second station I've been to
and the damn thing doesn't work.
Go inside, inquire.
Bald Beard comes out to fix it.
Second Guy has pulled up already
That precious Free Air.
We trio chat while Bald guy works on the hose.
Ice chips, or something, he says.
Try to be kind, since I'm not buying anything
I've been here before, wonder if he remembers me.
If not, he will next time.
The Free Air Bastard.
If this was my job, I'd be pissed.
But this is different.
This is his freaking job.
Fix job done, I fill up
then wait until he's inside
before I quickly drive away.