“At a gas station, an employee’s pants were ripped by a barking stray dog — everyone assumed chaos until they spotted something hiding in the darkness.”
The Quiet End of a Long Shift It was nearly midnight at Crestwood Gas Station. Rain poured steadily, filling the air with the smell of wet asphalt and gasoline. Inside …
“At a gas station, an employee’s pants were ripped by a barking stray dog — everyone assumed chaos until they spotted something hiding in the darkness.” Read More