STORY TIME!!!!! So I was going to go get incents because I like the way the ones I usually get make my home office smell and, I decide not to. I decide to go the opposite direction in fact and just drive around, wandering. I find a couple on a corner [really busy one tbh] and, their hazard lights are on. So I'm sitting 1 car back at the intersection with a red light on my side and I decide then that I'm going to stop and help them if I can. Light changes, I pull around the corner and turn on my hazards so I can stop and ask if they need help. Interaction goes like this:
*fumbling around to find the hazards to turn them on and then rolls window down*
"Hey do you guys need some help?" I ask finally getting the passenger window down, with the unpracticed awkwardness of someone who never has to do anything from the passenger side of the car. The older looking lady, having already rolled her driver's side window down, waiting for me to get mine down patiently responds, "Yeah, we ran out of gas." I feel relieved that this is something that I can actually help with but, then I realize something and ask, "Do you guys have somebody coming?" The older lady with her time worn features and her frizzed graying blond hair looks over to the passenger seat at the younger looking man with a buzzed hair cut and tattoos on his neck, he's rubbing his head nervously, sort of looking embarrassed and flustered. He gives a slight shake of his head with a look of concern to the lady, glancing at me but not trying to stare too intently. The lady looking back at me adjusting the dentures in her mouth, for a more comfortable feel to speak with I assume, finally states, "No, we don't have anyone coming." Contemplating the quickest course of action and realizing that there might not be one I propose "Well it's going to be a little bit but, I have a gas can at home, I'll go get that and get you guys some gas to get you on your way is that okay?" "Oh thank you," she responds. "You guys take regular unleaded right?" I ask realizing that my car doesn't take unleaded it takes premium so they could be in a similar situation. While it'd be doubtful with the crossover truck they're driving being pretty pedestrian and fairly old. "Yes, yes, regular unleaded thank you so much" the lady responds after glancing over at her passenger. "Okay, I'm going to run home really quick grab my gas can and I'll be right back," I stated considering how long it'll take to get back to my home which is likely about 15min away get gas and get back. "Thank you so much, we appreciate it," she states with a relatively subdued grin, seeming like if she'd smiled any harder that she'd risk losing her dentures. Settling back in to get ready to make my way I smile and say "okay I'll be back as soon as possible see you soon," and I pull off.
Now about half way down the road I realize that the time it would take me to get home and come back with gas was too unreasonable for me to expect someone to wait even if they're just waiting on help so I decide to go to the nearest gas station which was less than a mile out. After walking in and looking around for a brief stint I ask the attendant "Hey, where are your gas cans?" With a seemingly muted expression she points over the counter to a set of shelves next to a cooler just to my left. "Oh, cool thank you" I reply as I crouch down to inspect the options present. "I'm so sorry I was trying to get it out but I couldn't say it just yet." The attendant states, I might have been mistaking her muted expression for someone trying to finish eating what was in their mouth before talking. "Oh no, no, no, it's fine I found exactly what you were pointing at," I said lookin up at the attendant, a lady who had to be in her late 30s early 40s with reddish blonde hair cut into a medium length bob and a red polo shirt, the logo of the gas station present in typical position on the left of the shirt. For a brief moment we speak about the situation at hand and I ask her would the car, given it's description, make it to the gas station on a single gallon of gas. That was the only size gas can that the gas station had so my only other solution would be to go somewhere else and get a can because I realized on the drive over that my gas can (the one I was going to go home to get) I saw in my fiancée's back seat a few days ago. She assured me that 1 gallon for about a mile of driving should be plenty. so I pay the $18 plus tax for the gas and can. Stating on the way out the door "Yeah I don't even know these people I just happened to find them while I was out wandering" with a silly grin on my face. "Well that's great, you're doing an amazing thing, a lot of people wouldn't even be bothered so I'm proud of you," the sandy haired lady says to me with a kind smile from behind the counter. "Oh it's fine, I figure if I do something good for someone and it makes the world ever so slightly better than it's a good enough reason for me." I say failing to try to make it sound more pedestrian than it actually is.
I get back to my car I, VERY slowly fill up this gas can that is constantly threatening to spill over with every nozzle pull and, I make my way back, to nothing... they left... now what?
If you feel a deep feeling a dissatisfaction with a bit of what seems to be misplaced disappointment and confusion, that's exactly how I felt and now I've passed that miserable sensation on to you. Tag you're it. This is a true story by the way.
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