Refueling last night

7am
On my way home from work last night, I stopped for gas.

I was at the pump, across from me was 2 guys filling their car and behind me was a young couple pumping gas.  Out of the blue, a guy approached me with "Excuse me, ma'am".  (I.hate.being.called.ma'am.)

Call me crazy, I thought he was going to talk to me about the Vette.  Instead he starts with this sob story, and between the traffic on both streets (Dale Mabry & Cypress), me thinking about all I had yet to do (rush home, take care of Maguire's needs, change clothes, and drive him to the groomer before 6pm), I really wasn't listening at the beginning of this guy's spiel.

But I did hear:  live in Dade City, girlfriend, accident, hotel won't negotiate his rate, no credit card, he's $6.42 short to pay hotel bill.  And anything I could do to help would be appreciated.

Now we all have a sixth sense about us and usually our gut feeling is pretty accurate.  I didn't feel threatened by this guy (even though I did keep glancing around to make sure there were people still around) and I felt the look in his eyes was sincere.

So I gave him $6.  He was appreciative, and then he was gone.