gushing, like a gas station

vintage gas station

I was texting with a dear friend the other night and he wrote:  you are a gas station of lovely thoughts.  Although gas stations are not the nicest and most pleasant things to think about, I saved his message* and have been reading it each day.  I really love it and was touched.  We had gas on the brain because I brought up a past occurrence in his life when he worked at an airport and was responsible for filling up planes.  Maybe we should use the term gas station when we want to explain something that is gushing and pouring.  All too often we use rain.  Let’s give gas stations a chance.

*I don’t save anything on my phone (or in my house, on my computer, etc.).  I delete every text I send and receive.  I have a few favorites, but it takes a lot for me to save something.  I also never have more than three or four emails in my inbox.  I like being organized and believe that saved emails belong in folders.