[ WP ] It 's discovered that burning sentimental objects provides more energy than gasoline , you 're creating a business pitch to refit the now defunct gas stations across america .

EDIT: just realized I really misread the topic... 
 
 
 John leaned in his usual place against the wall of the store, his worn sneaker perched in its familiar notch in the bricks. He studied the scene before him with a look of disinterest that belied his troubled mind. It certainly was a hell of a thing. 
 
 The crowd meeting in front of the refurbished station had been gathering since first light to look on the ribbon strung between the gutted pumps and the contractors and officials moving about and the freshly painted building behind it all. They had looks of excitement and of confusion and of fear but mostly they wandered and gaped and conversed with a sort of bovine curiosity. Many had boxes. John shoved from the wall and slowly made his way into the store to get his cigarettes from the pocket of his coat. As he stepped back out a familiar truck rolled into the lot and pulled up to a pump. The driver caught his eye and nodded as he reached to the passenger side of the vehicle and opened the door. The little boy, clad in overalls and galoshes, burst from the vehicle and ran over. 
 
 `` Morning John!'' 
 `` Well, good morning Tommy. Your granddad come to fill or come to visit?'' 
 `` Come to visit. He says I can have a soda!'' 
 `` Go on and pick one out, then.'' 
 
 `` Goin' there, Will.'' 
 `` Ai n't all bad John. You?'' 
 `` Doin' good, but ask me in a couple hours.'' 
 `` Alright if I leave the truck at the pump?'' 
 ``'Course.'' 
 
 Tommy came out of the store with a soda and a coffee for Will and the three of them stood three in a line leaning on the wall and conversing on the crowd before them. By now they estimated there were some two hundred people, nearly half the adult population of the town, watching or participating in the crowd. They wondered aloud the nature of what could be burned, whether they put it in the cars directly, what strange problems might come of this new fuel. They smoked and drank coffee and watched the boy play from time to time but mostly they watched in near silence. 
 
 The ceremony eventually started. They could n't hear the speech but from the occasional cheers of the crowd they could speculate as to the proceedings. At last the speaker brandished a pair of brass scissors and cut the ribbon and the people filed orderly into the building with their offerings. John pulled his eyes from the scene and watched Tommy jumping energetically into a puddle and crying out. 
 
 `` You ought to be takin' some extra pictures while you can, Will. There's folks wishin' they had across the street.'' 
 `` I know you do n't think that's funny.'' 
 `` Sorry.'' 
 `` It's alright. You worried about the new competition?'' 
 `` Oh I'll be fine,'' he nodded towards the public speaker who now stood in animated conversation with a group of similarly dressed men. `` He wo n't be burnin' his letters anytime soon.'' 
 `` Granddad! What do they sell over there?'' 
 `` Nothin' you ca n't get someplace else. Go play now.'' 
 The men sat in silence for a minute. They watched the boy play or the traffic move but they no longer watched the building. 
 `` John?'' 
 `` Yeah?'' 
 `` It alright if I get all that on my tab?'' 
 `` Yeah.'' 
 `` Thanks.''
