A rapid waltz out of the languid urban safari into this five-minute haven. Beaming attendants wish wonderful weather on your way, and, sometimes, ask if you’d like your windscreen laved. Pointing to the digital counter with a good grace, they give the trigger a gentle squeeze, and the limp, hanging hose suddenly springs up into a stiff throbbing force.
Not a few drivers in the City of Accra carry the cathedral conviction that half of the tedious tugging and cha-cha chugging only ejaculates thin air into your petrol tank; that frenzied coming is all in vain :-))
You cough up your children’s future college fees for the rarefied air you dearly didn’t design to invest in, and unknowingly urge your still-hungry hybridised car forward into the gasoline-guzzling traffic again.
We all know, somehow, that this happens, and yet the regulators look the other way!
ReplyDeletewell i don't know about cars running on air. what i do know is some stations have sort of adjusted their machines so you don't get your monies worth.i could name one such station but i won't.and David i see the undertones hidden in your
ReplyDeletewriting :-) Kordai.
Kordai, my name is Nana yaw :-). And I could also name a couple of petrol stations, I think. That's why you see people drive past so many (even on low gas) to get to a specific station.
ReplyDeleteKordai, there are 2 sets of undertones. Which did you see? :-)
ReplyDeletethey are in the first and second paragraphs. am i right? let the discerning perceive........... Kordai
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