at the service station.
filling air in the mini
van. a man
approached

on his bike he
smiled. hurriedly
the fourth tire
had reached 44 psi.

“if you hurry you
can reap the rest
of my seventy-five
cents.”

he paused, then
turned red and begged to
ask a (quote) strange
question of me.

“yes?”

are you related to
brian prince? you
look a lot like…

“dude, (interrupting)
i am brian prince.”

and the air
compressor
went silent.