Years ago, I was driving home from a card party at my BFF “V”‘s house, when I realized I was running on empty. I pulled into a gas station and filled my tank. When I opened my purse, I found that I’d left my wallet at home. And my cell phone battery was dead. Crap on a cracker.

I went into the station, explained my situation, and told them I’d run home, get the money, and come right back. The attendant rolled her eyes and just glared at me. Apparently she’s heard this line before. She told me to call someone. I told her my phone was dead. She handed me a phone. I told her I didn’t have anyone’s number memorized. She handed me a phone book.

I couldn’t call any of my sisters because they were on the road, too. I called No.8 Sis’s fiance, “The Mister”. He said, without hesitation, “Where are you? I’ll be right there!” So kind. I asked him to give the attendant a credit card number over the phone, so he wouldn’t have to come out, and he did so. Whew. I was free to leave the glaring attendant behind and make my way home.

Last night I met a friend for dinner at a restaurant that just happened to be next door to that same gas station. As I was walking across the parking lot, a car pulled up and the driver rolled down his window. He said, “Excuse me, this is really embarrassing, but I left the house without any money, and my tank’s on empty. Could I borrow a few dollars to get a couple of gallons of gas so I can get back home?”

As I dug in my purse for my wallet (I did bring my wallet, I hope) I told him my story. (Thank Goddess, there was my wallet, right where it should have been.) He thanked me for the money and tried to give me his phone number so we could figure out a for him to repay me. I told him not to bother. Just paying it forward.

I’m sure he’ll do the same. Besides, I wouldn’t wish that glaring gas station attendant on my worst enemy.

Stay tuned…