“Fill ’er up,” I told the gas station attendant back in 1970. For three single dollar bills, I bought two hundred miles and a few hours of freedom. Maybe a foray from campus in western Connecticut to New York City and back. Maybe a weekend ski trip to Vermont. Maybe a good start on a spring break jaunt to Florida.
“Fill ’er up,” I told the bartender in 1990, handing him a 60-ounce empty pitcher. For $15, my friends and I could enjoy a few hours of Monday Night Football without breaking the bank. Or maybe a head start on drowning a heart full of sorrows. As singer/cowboy Jon Pardi might croon,
So fill ‘er up again, I need another round
Yeah, I’m cuttin’ loose ’cause I’m all wound up
And I, I wanna knock ’em down
“Fill ’em up,” I told the aesthetician who was attempting to erase the wrinkles on my aging face with injectable wrinkle fillers. She promised that for $550, a syringeful of hyaluronic acid-based dermal filler would plump up the lines around my lips. It would give me a more youthful look for a fraction of what a traditional facelift would cost. It might last a few months before a refill. Beauty is fleeting.
So, eh…eh…eh … Let’s see. Um. Fill ups have increased in cost while the quantity and longevity have decreased. Mmm. A linguistic filler. At least talk is cheap.
I liked the play on the word fillers…..and the examples you used. And I’m intrigued by the topic of linguistic fillers.
Congratulations on Ghost Girl!
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