The night of the Great Camping Mishap.
We camp. Secure locations, in our vehicle and my boyfriend is a light sleeper, especially when it comes to strange noises and my safety. While on this mini vacation, as we were packing up and getting ready to leave the site one morning, as soon as we started the truck the gas light came on. In his boy-scout-like, always prepared attitude, my sweetie recalls that we had plenty of gas when we stopped for the night. "Not just, 'I think we did', but I'm sure we did."
The conclusion: someone stole gas right from the tank of the truck. Our best estimation was about 5 gallons worth. Enough to fill up an average sized gas can. Literally right from under our noses. $20 bucks, not a lot, but nothing to scoff at.
What were we feeling?
Anger? nope. Frustration? nope. The need for vengeance? nope.
We were impressed. The skill and know-how to siphon gas that quietly and efficiently is impressive. The effort it took to steal, the attention to detail, to not getting caught...impressive! We had a god little laugh as the realization set in and we refilled the tank. Wow. The guts and skill. Impressive.
Now if only they devoted that time, energy, risk, skill and effort into some gainful employment or up-and-coming investment.
They could be running a fortune 500 company,
instead of away with our gas.
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