Behind the Gas Station

As usual, I waited until the last minute to have the car inspected for it's yearly certificate. And as usual, so did lots of other people. There were lines everywhere. Except for this particularly grungy little gas station I had never noticed before.

"I'll be Home for Christmas" was coming from this tow truck and not a soul was in sight. It was rather haunting. What made it even more bizarre was that it was 70 degrees outside today.