conveniently likable
by Francine DuBois

at the gas station, he pays cash still. quaint, isn't it? he does it just because he enjoys the customer service. he likes the warm greetings and, despite the always busy counter, the attention he'll get. he likes to feel liked. that's why he's never gone to those impersonal gas pumps where you just wave your plastic and gas up. no substitute for the "have a nice day" or other carefully random, generic closing. blandly pleasant -- that's his style.

Francine's Version -- Hezekiah's Version
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