Yesterday was different, and it left me thinking.
I was at the local Shell station for a fountain Diet Coke and a roller dog. Stepping out, I noticed a quietly distraught woman standing between the cigarette receptical and the propane tank exchange stand.
Yeah, I wouldn't put those two so close either.
As I passed the woman, I decided she must be planning to rob the store. She was very nervous. Several steps later, I heard a female voice call out a shaky "sir?"
I turned and she asked for help. She was trying to get home in Carrboro. When I asked how much, she said a couple of gallons. I had her pull her car to the first pump, went inside to give the clerk ten bucks, stepped out to tell her, and then went on my way with a thank you.
I think she was real. She didn't present as a con artist, and asking for a couple of gallons as though the act was about to kill her made her seem legitimate. Besides, she was driving a newish minivan.
So I'm ten dollars poorer. I wasn't carrying plastic at the time. She left headed in the right direction to be going to Carrboro. I hope she got there.
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