Gas Station

a man today smiled at me and said hello in line at the gas station. he was wearing green glasses, black overalls a white shirt tucked into his jeans and on his right forearm was a tattoo of a woman with long dark hair. the woman was on fire, and directly below her was a large skull. after we exchanged some words about the weather he proceeded to tell me a story about his wife, and when she went to work yesterday someone told her when she was there that she was wearing two different shoes. i secretly wished he would let me go before him in line.