| After finishing an out-of-town errand,
I discovered that my car wouldn't start because it was out
of gas. A passer-by told me there was a service station
a half-mile away, so I took a gas can from the trunk and
trudged the distance in the sweltering sun.
The attendant filled my two-gallon can, and I lugged it
back and poured the gas into the tank. But when I tried
to unlock the car door, it wouldn't open. Just then, I noticed
an identical old car parked a short distance away. That
was my car; I had filled a stranger's gas tank. Wearily
I walked back to the station. "You know," the
attendant suggested helpfully, "instead of walking
back and forth to fill the tank from the can, you could
put a couple of gallons in the tank and then drive the car
here."
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