We're not just a gas station, by the way
Sometimes diet soda comes out the nozzle
Are you a fan of glue?
Maybe you'll get lucky when you fill 'er up
Hope you're in the mood for saliva
This time 'round
Standard rate still applies

Verás enjoys the scent of gas, but she can’t breathe it’s fumes alone and survive. She had nothing more to do than divvy the sluggish air between her nostrils as the number sluck gracelessly into furrowing integer, and smelt she did. Gelatinous atmosphere notwithstanding, Verás who? Some lady who had just gone from “that dude looks like a girl?” to “that girl looks like a dude?”. When granted the time, she drives. Content to exhaust her off-hours sputtering her own little slit in the ozone. Publix after Publix, devoid of music or company. The only thing that can pull her eyes from the road is the ac, ever at competing odds with the Florida sun. But otherwise, driving seems to be enough. Perhaps she is most comfortable in a state of transition?