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It was a rainy, miserable day as I
pulled into the gas station. My car was on the fritz again, and this place had
an adjacent auto-shop. The guy who worked there was supposedly a regular
"wizard" with cars. I parked my car, hopped out and made a beeline
for the auto-shop. By the time I got inside I was soaked with rain, so my mood
soured quickly. I turned to see the man at the front desk, he wore a robe, a pointy
hat and sported a magnificent grey beard.
"Hey, are you the gas station
wizard, I've heard so much about?" I asked him.
"I could not imagine it being
anyone else," he exclaimed. "For I, the great Fantismo The Wise, am
the greatest wizard in four counties!"
"Okay," I nodded,
"then can you help me with my car?"
"Certainly," he peered out
the rain covered window, "is it that little one over there?"
"Yeah," I confirmed,
"you see I-" Fantismo held up his fingers and shushed me.
"There is no need for
words," he stated as he wiggled his finger in my general direction. I
don't know why, but I felt very uncomfortable for a brief moment before he
stopped. "Ah, I see, the engine has been chugging, and your brakes are a
little slippery," Fantismo declared.
"Wait did you just read my
mind?" I blurted out.
"Of course, it is the most
basic skill for a wizard in customer service," he nodded. "Do not
fret for I, the great Fantismo The Wise, shall repair your mount with ease, I just
require your keys." Fantismo took my keys, then he disappeared in a puff
of smoke and reappeared next to my car outside. I saw him chant and dance out
in the rain, while he zapped my car with lightning and other strange energy. My
poor vehicle rocked back and forth violently, I was afraid it would explode. Thankfully
it didn't, and within 5 minutes Fantismo popped back into the room with another
puff of smoke. "It is finished," he stated.
"That's it?" I stared at
him gobsmacked.
"That is it," he shrugged,
"have you never got service from a wizard before?"
"Well no," I admitted,
"so it's running fine now?"
"Better than fine," he
scoffed. In another puff of smoke, he appeared inside of my car and drove a
quick loop around the gas station. He was right, the engine didn't chug, and
the break didn't slip. He parked the car, then teleported in front of me again and
tossed me my keys. "See, I told you so."
"Wow, I should get my car fixed
up her more often," I exclaimed.
"Excellent, now here's the
bill," a receipt magically appeared in his hands which he handed to me.
"Oh right," I accepted the
bill, but as I finally read the total I screamed, "Oh my God!" This
is what I get for going to a gas station wizard.
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I wrote a story about a Gas Station Wizard in the middle of last year [link] and I thought it was about time I wrote another story in that same vein. I had planned to write this as a spiritual follow-up to that story, but I ended up taking the story in a different direction. They still shared the same idea though, take something as fantastic as a wizard and drag them into the mundane. That's all I have to say for now though.
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