Trixie Dips

⛽ One night at the gas station.

Based on a true story. Names changed to protect the... Ahem.

The door slid open. The bell chimed.

Annoyed, Seamus set the tub of water down and looked about.

Empty store there, nothing more.

Seamus suppressed the rising panic. Surely he missed them on his first scan. He looked carefully about the store.

Nobody at all at the cooler. The door of the cooler stood closed. No sounds of bent over shoppers.

Just the same as before the bell rang. No honest customers shared his space, but what kind of enemy lurked behind the shelves? What kind of weapon did they have, and how would they react if-when-he disturbed them? His hand went to the knife in his back pocket.

Just then Trixie jumped out. 'Gotcha!'

Better and worse than he thought. Trixie and her guypal would not rough him up. Seamus scowled.

"Don't, Seamus. I'm a pay for this. I got money." She grabbed two beers.

"Damn it, Trick. I was going for my knife."

Trixie whined, "But why?"

As if you didn't know. Seamus stared at her.

She gestured at the register.

What choice did he have? He shrugged at her and turned to go ring her up.

When he rounded the counter, she walked out.

He picked up the phone. "I can't cover for you," he said, to no one there, and dialed.