Caleb had gone and taken his car around the town during pizza delivery runs. after a good week of doing deliveries in the Midwestern town the dust roads had slowly coated on top of the red plated exterior. Now it looked more like a rust bucket as opposed to a new car.
The round fox had just finished the last delivery of the day. With a generous tip in his cargo pants, he headed off to his car to spend the rest of his day. He walked out to the vehicle and looked under the chrome rimmed wheels. After squatting down and checking to make sure everything was fine, he got in the vehicle. The wheels sank down when he sat his hefty figure in the seat.
After buckling up and checking the mirrors, he turned the keys and started the engine. Before driving off, he took his paw and turned on the radio. Classical music played at a low volume as the dusty vehicle rode off into the town.
After passing the grocery store, the ice cream store, the pizza place that he worked for, and the farmer's market that was wrapping up for the evening; he finally made his way to the gas station. The car made it's way to the filling station and the fat fox got out. He filled the tank, $25 exact. Walked into the building and went to the candy section. There were a ton of choices, from chocolate bars to salty snacks and various other nutty choices. After a minute of thinking, he grabbed a bag of sour gummy worms. He made his way to the register, picking up a bag of chocolate chips as he went and set the items on the counter one at a time. There a ferret was waiting with a smile and a nod.
“Find everything alright?” said the ferret.
“Yup, though you're out of Pepper Bis-cutters. Gas on 4” the vulpine said as he did a quick scratch of his belly.
“That will be $28.88.” the ferret said as he received exact change from the fox's round fingers.
“Have a good day” they both said one right after the other.
The fox was just leaving the door when he remembered the reason why he came here. The car was still dust covered and brown looking.
“Hey, how much are car wash tickets?” the fox asked while he was standing in the middle of the entrance.
“That would be $2.50” the cashier replied.
The fox frowned and walked back to the register, He reached around his extended sides and into his pockets and took out the $100 he got from his last delivery.
