When Arthur clicked through the digital display to see the trip summary, his jaw dropped. 💸 Sealing the Deal
Arthur slid into the driver's seat. The interior was remarkably clean, smelling faintly of peppermint and old books. He pressed the Power button. The dashboard lit up with a futuristic chime, but the car remained dead silent. He shifted into reverse, and the electric motor hummed softly as he backed out. On the road, Arthur put the Prius through its paces.
His old SUV would have demanded a sixty-dollar sacrifice by now. The Prius was barely breaking a sweat. It wasn't the fastest car on the road, and it certainly wasn't turning any heads at stoplights, but Arthur had never felt so victorious. He had beaten the gas pump.
The next morning, Arthur stood in Eleanor’s pristine driveway.
"She isn’t going to win any drag races, dear," Eleanor said, handing him the key fob. "But you will forget what the inside of a gas station looks like."