Last Day at the Gas Station (getting fired)

I liked working at the gas station. It was quiet, and most of the time it was just me. I got to tinker with the cars in the shop, rearrange the stock, and watch any movie I wanted on the little 14' TV. The customers weren't to bad either. They came, they smiled when they paid me, and then they left me alone.

The last day I worked there was almost sad. I was just barely 18, and I had managed to get an academic scholarship into a near by community college. I swept up for the last time. I had told my boss I was leaving, more then 2 weeks before then. Once I locked the door and placed the key under the old mat, it felt like I was saying good by to my sanctuary. I'll never forget that cold day in May.