<strong>Bill Shea- Back to the Service Station</strong><br/><br/>Bill was still feeling quite embarassed about falling asleep in church when he left, so he avoided making any more contact with his fellow parishoners, even Desdimona who he knew better than most of the others. He drove straight to the gas station and decided to stop putting off the oil change that his truck so desperately needed.<br/><br/>After carefully hanging up his Church Suit, Bill changed into his faded and stained overalls that bore his name on a patch over his chest. Laying on his trusty rolling board, it didn't take Bill long to drain the old oil and replace it with a fresh batch of 10w/40. He topped off the rest of his fluids and then changed the air filters before closing the hood and making his way out to the front counter.<br/><br/>Bill remembered that he'd asked Erica to bring her car by, but he had no idea if she'd been able to interpret his text message. Instead he opted to call her from the office phone set on the counter. He held the reciever to his ear as the sound of ringing began to fill his ear.<br/><br/>It helped to stay busy, it kept him from daydreaming about dinner tonight, lest he allow imagination to jade his experience.