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THE
GAS PUMPS
The three gas pumps were crowded.
It was the final day
Of
their current promotion.
After 10
minutes
Of inching along,
I was primed to be next.
The car before me
Was "a boat"--
Big,
to say the least.
The driver, an old lady,
Did everything in slow motion.
She INCHED to the pump
Then
she was AT the pump
For minutes--
She could not figure out
How to use it.
She SLOWLY made her way
To
the Booth,
Then back to the pump.
The attendant set the pump.
It took her FOREVER
To put the hose
In
her gas tank.
First she had
To take the gas cap off.
It took over
A minute
To get
the hose
And bring it
Back to the car
And FINALLY pump her gas.
She finished
And SLOWLY,
very SLOWLY,
Made her way to the pay booth.
It took her even longer
To walk back to her car.
FINALLY she closed the door
And she took even LONGER
To
turn the ignition key.
FINALLY, she pulled
out
And I was next.
Watching her performance,
I
forwarded the clock
15 or 20 years
One day there might be someone
In back of ME
Waiting for ME to finish
And
thinking the same thing,
"Why is HE
doing everything
In SLOW MOTION?"
Old age is not that far away.
That is all I could think of
As she drove off.
Siggy
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