|A tiny, retreat cabin behind a home here in Smalltownland. |
Living in a small town can be a funny thing. On one hand it is great. On the other hand it can be odd.
The other day it was just odd.
My daughter and I had left school and stopped at a gas station on our way out to the farmette. This gas station is more like a local hang out for folks who live in my area of the county. It is not fancy by any means, but it provides gas, hot food, and the essentials of daily living. Each morning, after the school bus run, the local bus drivers meet here for coffee and breakfast.
I pulled up to a gas pump and went inside to prepay. When I came back out a man, who had pulled up behind me, was filling two gas cans.....on my pump....with my funds!
I think my mouth fell open when he said he didn't know I was using the pump.
I went inside and told the owner, Gary, that the gentleman had started filling his gas cans. He smiled and said it was okay and he would reset the pump.
Gary is an Indian gentleman who owns said station. I think we all know his real name is not Gary, but he takes pity on us country folks and makes it easy on us.
All was well and I am glad to help a neighbor, but I can't share my gas.