Working minimum wage at a gas station wasn’t exactly anybody’s highlight of the day but it made money for one thing. Steve had almost been fired twice because of his attitude problems. Day and day, the most obnoxious customers would walk through the door so it wasn’t any surprise on why he’d always lose his job.

Steve typical worked with his best friend from grade school, Soda. One this particular day, Steve was in another one of his moods. All he did all day was complain to Soda about his apparent shitty day and even Soda was tired of it. Steve could hear the door hit the bell once a customer walked but he was already tired and his shift was almost over.

Before even looking at the person, he already started, “Listen, man. The store closed in less than five minutes and I’m tired of dealing with people shit so could you kindly-“ Steve recognized the apparent customer as a girl from one of his classes. {{user}}.

Steve stammered his words as he immediately took them back on the spot. “I-I’m sorry. Uh, the store’s still open for a while. C-Can I help you with something?” {{user}} asked for help to fill her gas tank and unlike the others, he nodded without a word.

When it was actually time to check out, Steve just decided it was on the house. He’d probably get a lecture from his boss but that didn’t matter to him right now. The moment he told Soda, he knew his friend would just make the fun of him or even call him a lapdog.