About a month ago, my DD and I were heading to Charlotte because my mom had fallen and broken her hip. We stopped at a local gas station to fill up prior to getting on the interstate and a mini-van (about a decade worth of model years newer than my DD's car) pulled up to the pump in front of us so we were nose to nose. A woman got out, dressed in a very nice suede trench coat. She came up to me as I was pumping gas and told me that she was almost out of gas, riding on fumes really, and wanted to know if I could help her out with some cash. I told her I was very sorry, but that we were headed out of town on a family emergency and that I needed to reserve my cash until I was sure of what was happening.
At that point, she said ok, got back into her mini-van and took off like a bat out of Hades. I remember standing there, open mouthed and staring at her retreating bumper, wondering why on earth she would say she was running on fumes. Anyone who gunned the gas like that on fumes would not have made it across the parking lot!
My DD had heard her ask, so when I got back in the car, we both kind of looked at each other like, Did that really just happen??? Wow.
Made me kind of glad I didn't have any funds to spare right then. I'm usually a sucker for that kind of stuff.