Lifetime Friends
My car ran out of gas, but there was a station close by.
I walked up to the station, but had no gas can.
A fellow was filling his gas can for his lawn mower and offered to help.
He couldn't lift the can into his truck, but I was able to help. We drove to my car and got it started.
I drove it to the gas station and he followed me to make sure I got there.
Still did not have my wallet on me so he offered to pay for a small amount of gas.
Thanked him and offred hep with the lawn that he was supposed to be working on.
Followed him home and realized he was a nighbor.
We are still good friends.
And all this happened because I ran out of gas
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