in his beard and greasy overalls,
his snug, too small cap,
asks
if it's for emissions,
or just a regular inspection.
both i tell him,
handing him my keys.
my registration.
i leave a small box of candy
on the seat. an assortment
of chocolates
meant for my sweetie.
only one is left when
he's done and pulls
the car around.
what is there to say
to that?
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