I finished gassing up my car and noticed a pretty young woman at the next pump put the fuel nozzle into her gas tank. She stepped back, tripped over the hose stretched behind her legs, and fell flat on the pavement!
I rushed over. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” I offered my hand.
“Of course I’m okay,” she grimaced. “I really love lying spread-eagled on the ground when I get gas.”
“Me too,” I laughed, dropping to the ground beside her. “It’s much more fun with company.”
She giggled. “Coffee after we’re done humiliating ourselves?”
I couldn’t stop smiling.
100-word microfiction, a drabble
