Filling Up, Falling Down

I finished gassing up my car and saw an attractive young lady at the next pump put the fuel nozzle into her gas tank. She stepped back, tripped on the hose stretched against the back of her legs, and sprawled flat on the ground!

I rushed over to her. “Are you okay, ma’am?” I asked.  

“Of course I’m okay,” she smirked. “I really love lying spread-eagled on the ground when I get gas.”

“Me too,” I chuckled, as I flopped down on the ground next to her. “I really love filling up and falling down; it’s a lot more fun.” 

* Note: A 100-word flash fiction story, based on an actual event.