She had not gotten very far before she realized that she was in need of gas. Ode to the precious natural resource that powers the engines behind everything we have proven unable to live without in the current day and age. This thought was far from what Mavis was pondering at the moment, but somewhat germane nonetheless. Consulting with her GPS, the nearest gas station was about 20 miles away and the range on her car’s computer already showed zero miles remaining on the current tank. Nothing like a little excitement to start this next chapter of her journey!
As she began driving, Mavis payed considerable attention to how fast she accelerated, so as to avoid using any more fuel than she had to. About half way to the gas station, she could feel herself starting to sweat profusely from her armpits, with the cold drops of sweat running down her torso before being absorbed by her shirt. Marveling at the strange sensation, she was able to take her mind off the very situation that was causing her stress.
In spite of her concerns of being stranded in New Mexico somewhere on the side of the road, Mavis finally made it to the Interstate and an oasis of a travel stop. She parked along side an Unleaded pump, pressed the “Pay Inside Cash” button and began to fill up her tank. She stared at the vapor fumes being released from the metal nozzle as the fuel flowed into her tank. Coupled with the smell from the gasoline, she was quite overtaken in the moment.
To be continued…