Night Spies
I was going to a benefit one night when a gentleman approached me with a red gas can saying, “Sir, can you help me out? I’m from the suburbs and my car is out of gas.” I’m sort of a shirt-off-my-back kind of guy, but I didn’t have any cash on me so I said, “Why don’t you take my gas credit card and go fill up your tank and mail the card back to me?...