Dave's Quiz Show

"WELCOME TO MY QUIZ SHOW," screamed Dave.

"What quiz show?" asked the customer. "This is at a gas station."

"THIS QUIZ SHOW!!!" screamed Dave. He put gasoline in the customers mouth and pumped. Filled 'em up with regular. Not with diesel or deluxe because the customer didn't have the right kind of customer.

"Is this a metaphor for anything?" asked Dave, "Answer correctly and you'll win a free six pack!"

"It's..." gasped the customer, gasoline pouring from his mouth, and then he smoked a cigarette for the thrill of igniting everything. Nicotine became part of the body and the atmosphere, and soon everyone in the area was addicted to breathing.

"This is a giant cigarette, in fact," announced Dave, whose name wasn't L, or B, and who wasn't made of plastic. Dave gave out the prize, which was an electrical wire, which was fused to the body of the winner with some kitchen machinery. Everybody stood in a circle around the gas station and breathed the fumes and sang songs, and some of them wore glasses.

"What kind of compost is this?" asked Dave, forgetting his thirst, "What kkind of table has tthree llights on itt?" His children he was quizzing, because he watched his own life every day and it was a show. --B

With directions, glasses looked over shoulder at life...