She waltzed into the service station with her drunken companions. Neither of the alcoholics had a clue who she was. She was older, and she was easy. That's all that really mattered. The younger men were on each side of her and her arms were flung around their shoulders as if she had trouble walking on her own. Undoubtedly she would've fallen if they had moved. The man on her left held more alcoholic ammunition to supply the night and the man on her right happened to be finishing a can from the last armament. The drunken trio wasapproaching the cashioer when she stopped them. She pointed out the glass front of the store and said "Hey, that's my ex-husband That's my babies' daddy!"

Now the first words she exchanged with him seemed a little odd, but I presume that, since the kid's weren't in the truck with him at the time, she was implying that he was a bad father.

She stumbled over to the man and, in a rather sarcastic double tongue, said "Where's the kids?"

To which the man replied with a cold stare and, in an equally mocking tone, he said "Where's the child support?"

The scene was obvious at this point. I was really ready to pay for my gas and get out of there before some real stuff went down, but her two drunken escorts were in front of me, holding up the works just sitting there watching the scene unfold. In hindsight, I'm glad I stayed around.

The woman's face went red. I'd say with what emotion it turned red but there's really a few different ways it turned red, and I believe that an extra paragraph here would help dispense the knowledge fully, and do the whole ordeal some idealogical justice. Firstly, her face went red with embarrassment because of the scene they were making at the gas station. Secondly, her face turned red with anger at him for bringing it up. Lastly, her face went red because she was completely drunk, and when you're drunk there's just no other suitable color for your face to turn when you're shouting at someone.

She responded, in a slurred shout "If I had a damn penny I'd give it to you right now! I SWEAR I'D GIVE IT TO YOU!"

Now the thing here is... he was buying gas for his car, and she was buying alcohol with two completely inebriated fellows far younger than she was. Who was in the wrong here you know?

I know it wasn't really written in short story fashion, not even in a real prose form, but someone wanted me to update the blog and I came across the memory I have of this scene at a gas station in town. I couldn't really put it into prose that well so here it is in a documentation style story. I will no doubt try to put it into a story at some point, but I just cant seem to get the idea fully wrapped as to how I'll do it.