She whips in to the spot driving a shitty corolla. Her shaky-saggy finger gingerly pushes the window switch until it is only half way down. She stares at you, wordless. You stare back, head cocked, squinting. The person getting gas usually tells you what they want, requiring no speech on your end. She is probably as old as time. Her wrinkly eyeballs sit back in her head behind over-sized sunglasses.
You break the silence, "Yes?"
"ju are new here," a dusty greek accent spills from the car.
obviously.
"They know me here."
irrelevant.
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New thing: cops in Allston making kids sweep up the glass they broke in the street. No. Seriously. It happened last night.
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