It Ain’t The Fall That Kills You

I was driving down to the shore and I stopped for gas. I had nowhere to play but I was going to find somewhere. There was a gas station that I stopped at and saw that there was an office chair sitting next to the tire pump with the hose from the air canister wrapped around it like a makeshift holder for it. It was a sunny day and it started hailing and the attendant from the gas station ran out into the pounding hail and started dancing and singing in the language of his country.