Hank thought to himself how times have changed as he slid his card into the point-of-sale machine. It wasn't so long ago when he'd dig out bills and coins from his pocket to complete the sale. He punched in the super-secret numbers that would deduct funds from his account.
"Approved." said Kelly from behind the sales counter. "Have yourself a good night. I'm about to close and do the same as you!"
Hank picked up the bottle from the counter and really wondered if she would go home to a pretty much silent house, listen to music that stirred her heart, reminded her of good times of the past and instead of rejoicing in those memories, became ensconced in the wanting of those times that would never return.
Then Hank smiled. The thought to himself, that sure was a fucking run on sentence. He looked forward to the clean ashtray, the George Jones cd's, and the nipple he'd put on this bottle........
Later
Deaner
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