I rented a Chrysler 300 when we were in Las Vegas recently. It was a nice car but it had a slow leak in the right rear tire. This slow leak meant that I needed to find a gas station with an air hose.

Of course, I should have complained to the car rental place but that would have taken time which we didn’t have. So, for 50 cents, I could buy enough air to fill my leaking tire.

Now, a lot of gas stations no longer provide air and none of them provide free air. Free air went the way of full service stations. So, finding air was a bit of a challenge.

The first station that I stopped at had an air hose but when I put my money in the box, nothing happened. (at least with the slot machines you get to watch the wheels spin) So, I moved on down the road to the next station.

The next station was a busy place but they did have air. Unfortunately, the air unit was next to a parking space and some one was parked in the space. This meant that I couldn’t get at the air until the parking space was empty, so I waited.

Eventually, a guy in his twenties came out of the gas station and got into the car. Great! He should be leaving any time now. But, he didn’t. He just sat there.

The car had dark tinted windows but I could see a woman sitting in the car. She had long fingernails and she kept bringing them up to her nose. I concluded that she was either trying to dig a booger out of her nose or she was snorting cocaine. I suspected the latter.

Well, since it didn’t appear that they were leaving any time soon, I double parked the car and put air in the tire. I kind of suspect that someone in the gas station sold them the drugs.

The next day when I returned for more air, the car was gone but now there was a guy in a wheel chair parked in that spot. Rats! I pulled in slowly next to him.

I didn’t want him to freak out so I put the window down and announced that I needed air.  He didn’t say anything, he just sat there.  Apparently that was his place to hang.  I guess everybody needs to be some place.