Stan looked onto the gas station’s window to see the ship’s pilot filling up at the pumps.

He shook his head. “Damned time travelers. No wonder we’re running out of oil.”

The co-pilot hopped out of the other side of the ship, and tried to come inside the station, but Stan pointed at the sign on the door.

The sign read “No admittance. Please order items at the cashier window.”

The co-pilot came over to the cashier window.

“I want to buy Twinkies.”

Stan pointed to a sign beside the window. It read, “No currency accepted except standard Earth currency.”

The co-pilot unzipped a pocket, reached in and held up a twenty dollar bill. “I want to buy Twinkies.”

Stan shook his head. “I’m fresh out. Come back next week.”

“What about Ho-Hos?”

“Out of those too. Next week.”

“Sno Balls?”

“Yeah. We got those.”

Stan got up and retrieved a box of Sno Balls. The co-pilot put the twenty in the acrylic door and closed the other side.

Stan hit a button to sterilize the money, then retrieved it. After he checked it for authenticity, he put the box of Sno Balls in the door and sterilized it.

The co-pilot retrieved the Sno Balls.

“Much obliged,” the co-pilot said, then walked back to the ship.

Stan went back to his newspaper. At least the time traveling bastards can’t take all junk food, he thought.