Date: 7/30/2017, Categories: Reluctance, Author: purplepelican69, Source: LushStories
For the third time, and with even more care than the first two, Philip Jackson flicked the banknotes through his fingers and jotted the totals on his pad. He pushed the buttons on his pocket calculator, his brow furrowed. There was no doubt about it - the cash was £100 short. Clicking shut his smart black leather briefcase, he extinguished the lights and locked the door of the trendy restaurant and walked to his car. Sitting behind the wheel, he thought long and hard. Saucys had been a burning ambition of his for many years. He had been involved in business for a considerable length of time, and knew how to make money. After a couple of initial stuttering failures, he had been driving home one evening when he suddenly experienced the "Eureka" moment - what he always subsequently referred to as "The Parable Of The Two Filling Stations." Turning right after the railway bridge to pick up Cheetham Hill Road, he had stopped at the traffic lights and glanced casually from side to side. To his right was a petrol station which he observed, as he scanned its signs, sold very cheap (but well known) fuel. The forecourt was completely empty. Across the road, directly opposite, was another fuel station that advertised petrol at prices 20% higher than its rival across the road. The place was packed, cars queuing nose-to-tail some hundred yards down the road as they waited to reach the pumps. The reason for this apparently illogical state of affairs immediately became obvious to Jackson. ...