I was pumping gas when a man approached me and asked if I could help him out with gas. My mind flashed to an incident years ago, when a woman asked me for $2 so she could put gas in her tank. One look at her haggard face and gummy smile convinced me, Sucker, to give her $2. She snatched it and then sped like a bat out of hell away from the gas pump, I assume to apply my $2 to her crack layaway plan.
Today’s guy was far less cracked out and even appeared sober, but he also kind of resembled Ted Bundy.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t have cash,” I mumbled, which is mostly true because I only use cash in cases of emergencies, like when I desperately need Jalapeño Poppers out of the vending machine or there’s a Lotto pool at work.
“I understand,” he said sadly, wandering away with his head down.
Dammit. Life turns you into a monster.