I got home, hungry, nothing was in the fridge. So I looked in my wallet to see how much money I had left so I could go eat. I wondered where all this extra cash came from, I should have been down to 5 dollars after spending $30 on gas... OOPS.
A half hour had past since I left the nearby gas station. I pondered... would I get in trouble if I went back?
I got in the Q to go pay for the fuel, got to the end of my street and a cop pulled up and put his window down.
"You live at 121 **********?"
"Yeah, the gas! Sorry! I usually use my card! I'm leaving to go pay it now."
He said it was no problem at all, and that people in my neighborhood forget to pay for gas all the time. We joked around and he told me about one old lady with a Cadillac whose house he had to visit at least once a month because she kept forgetting to pay for fuel.
I went back to the gas station and handed the attendant $30. He looked at his screen, "Umm, I dont see it. Which pump are you at, sir?"
"OH! Yeah I'm the idiot who stole gas from you about half an hour ago.... by mistake!"
He looks through some papers..."Oh... okay... thanks."
An upscale neighborhood, luxury car, friendly well-spoken asian guy with eyeglasses listening to country music... so the cop told me to have a nice day.
Lucky me for not getting arrested.
-Jesda
