Little Girl at the Gas Station

Thanks, I think?

Photo by Mehluli Hikwa on Unsplash

I whipped my then-boyfriend’s Chevy Aveo into the Speedway parking lot and slid next to a gas pump. As I shut off the car — rudely interrupting Adele in mid-belt — I took a few deep breaths. I was working as a merchandiser at a clothing store at the time, so my feet were screaming in agony in my cheap ballet flats (our workplace dress code recently banned sneakers — a policy clearly…