Since we’re doing Readers Digest…

This is a true story, and one that my dad submitted and had published in RD back in the early 80s. It takes place in the early 60s. I’m typing it here from memory. “My friend and I were driving between 2 rural Indiana towns during a winter blizzard when we ran out of gas. With only $5 to our names, we hiked a few miles or so to the nearest gas station to buy some gas. Upon learning that we didn’t have a Jerry can, the owner refused to lend us a can without a $3 deposit. So we bought $2 worth of gas, paid the $3 deposit, and prepared to walk back in the blowing storm. After looking out at the storm, the owner said, ‘It’s nasty out there… here, take my car’, and tossed us his keys.”