Val Is Beaten to the Punch by a Roving Do-Gooder

As I stepped into the Gas Station Chicken Store on Thursday afternoon, a woman was coming out. A 30-something man stood at the counter.

 

"What was she trying to do, get some gas and couldn't afford it?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"How much IS a gallon of gas?"

 

"$3.36."

 

"You know, I could pay for that."

 

"Is she still out there? She might be gone."

 

The Man went to the door and opened it. Peered around the pumps. 

 

"Looks like she's gone. I wouldn't have minded to do that."

 

Indeed. I would have paid for a gallon of gas for her. You know, as long as she didn't CUT LINE to ask for it, heh, heh! I've never seen this guy in there before. He was just buying a soda, and was going to use his card.

 

"There's a $3.00 minimum to use your card."

 

"Oh. Uh. Give me a couple of these lottery tickets. A number 2 and a number 3. I can buy them with a card, right?"

 

"Yes, as long as it's a debit card, not a credit card."

 

So The Man paid by tapping his card, and started out. Leaving his two $1 scratchers on the counter.

 

"Wait. Sir? You're forgetting your tickets!"

 

"Oh. Thanks."

 

He must have been passing though the area. As far as I know, I'm the only one who pays for other people's stuff at the Gas Station Chicken Store. The Man must not have had a lot of money in his account, since he asked the price of a gallon of gas before offering to buy it. That makes him a better Do-Gooder than Val.