"That will be $4.77."
Left receives the twenty dollar bill, counts out proper change, grabs a box of cigarettes and hands both to the customer.
"Have a nice day."
As the paying customer leaves, Amber walks in...with her should be ex boyfriend sitting in the driver seat of the car, waiting for her. Left thought that Amber was strong enough to leave the asshole in the past but from the look of things, his thoughts were wrong. She strolls up to the counter and noticed the slight look of disapproval Left has on his face.
"Why" Left asks.
"Why what"
"Why are you back with him?"
"He is just so sweet. He got me flowers and made dinner...."
Left can tell by the way she was talking that she doesn't believe, not for one second, what she is saying.
After a few seconds of silence pass, Left replies "So whatever he does, he can just wine and dine and everything is ok. You just forgive him. Whatever he does? I thought that was left up to God to do that? You know, ask for forgiveness, and you are forgiven." Left says this in a genuine, calm and caring tone, he thinks, but from her reaction, he notices that it came out the wrong way.
She gets the wrong impression, thinking that he is like every other guy. Trying to get the boyfriend out of the picture so he can step right in. She puts a snarl on her face and says "How about you put $15 on pump 2."
She raises her purse, pulls out her wallet, and hands a ten and five ones to Left. Not being able to hold his tongue, which is the main reason why Left doesn't get along with most people, he asks "What, he can't even pay for his own gas."
"No, he just can't find a job." She replies.
"What? There are plenty of jobs open down at the mall. Why doesn't he try to work there?"
"He says that he doesn't want to work with low lifes."
"Well my definition of a low life is someone that can't buy his own gas." Left, uncontrollable, says.
Amber opens her mouth to say something, but chooses not to say a word. She puts her wallet back into her purse and begins to walk back out to the cold weather, with her head down almost looking defeated. The further she gets away, for some reason, the more it catches his eye. On the back of her arm, there is a big blob of ink. An unsual place for ink, he thinks for a split second.
Never the less, as she heads to the gas pump, Left hopes that she knows everything he said was Right. Hopes that she understands that the guy that would drive her away from the gas station wouldn't be the one. He wasn't trying to offend, but rather tell her what everyone else didn't have to guts to say. Although brutal, what he said, in his mind, was the truth.
She steps up to the gas pump and to Left's surprise, not only can her boyfriend not pay for gas, he can't pump it either. All Left can do is shake his head in disbelief. Brain washed are the only words that come to his mind. She obviously doesn't know how she should be treated. She looks up in embarrassment toward the window front of the gas station, then quickly replaces the gas cap, and jumps in the car.
There is no way she loves him. No way. Why is she still with him? Why? Left thinks as he watches the car drive away, leaving him alone. Just like some many times in the past.
Left receives the twenty dollar bill, counts out proper change, grabs a box of cigarettes and hands both to the customer.
"Have a nice day."
As the paying customer leaves, Amber walks in...with her should be ex boyfriend sitting in the driver seat of the car, waiting for her. Left thought that Amber was strong enough to leave the asshole in the past but from the look of things, his thoughts were wrong. She strolls up to the counter and noticed the slight look of disapproval Left has on his face.
"Why" Left asks.
"Why what"
"Why are you back with him?"
"He is just so sweet. He got me flowers and made dinner...."
Left can tell by the way she was talking that she doesn't believe, not for one second, what she is saying.
After a few seconds of silence pass, Left replies "So whatever he does, he can just wine and dine and everything is ok. You just forgive him. Whatever he does? I thought that was left up to God to do that? You know, ask for forgiveness, and you are forgiven." Left says this in a genuine, calm and caring tone, he thinks, but from her reaction, he notices that it came out the wrong way.
She gets the wrong impression, thinking that he is like every other guy. Trying to get the boyfriend out of the picture so he can step right in. She puts a snarl on her face and says "How about you put $15 on pump 2."
She raises her purse, pulls out her wallet, and hands a ten and five ones to Left. Not being able to hold his tongue, which is the main reason why Left doesn't get along with most people, he asks "What, he can't even pay for his own gas."
"No, he just can't find a job." She replies.
"What? There are plenty of jobs open down at the mall. Why doesn't he try to work there?"
"He says that he doesn't want to work with low lifes."
"Well my definition of a low life is someone that can't buy his own gas." Left, uncontrollable, says.
Amber opens her mouth to say something, but chooses not to say a word. She puts her wallet back into her purse and begins to walk back out to the cold weather, with her head down almost looking defeated. The further she gets away, for some reason, the more it catches his eye. On the back of her arm, there is a big blob of ink. An unsual place for ink, he thinks for a split second.
Never the less, as she heads to the gas pump, Left hopes that she knows everything he said was Right. Hopes that she understands that the guy that would drive her away from the gas station wouldn't be the one. He wasn't trying to offend, but rather tell her what everyone else didn't have to guts to say. Although brutal, what he said, in his mind, was the truth.
She steps up to the gas pump and to Left's surprise, not only can her boyfriend not pay for gas, he can't pump it either. All Left can do is shake his head in disbelief. Brain washed are the only words that come to his mind. She obviously doesn't know how she should be treated. She looks up in embarrassment toward the window front of the gas station, then quickly replaces the gas cap, and jumps in the car.
There is no way she loves him. No way. Why is she still with him? Why? Left thinks as he watches the car drive away, leaving him alone. Just like some many times in the past.
