There’s this Sting song on *Brand new Day* called *Fill her up* which sounds kind of annoying because Sting does this imitation of an American accent, but it tells a story which really resonates with me.
It’s about a guy who works at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and some city slicker shows up in a fancy sportscar taking his hot babe fiancee to Vegas to get married («yeah, that’s a real diamond»). The teller of the story resents his boss and starts dreaming of stealing the cashbox and running off to take his sweetie somewhere. As the city slicker drives away,