A group of us had just finished cleaning the hall after my son’s weekend wedding. I was using my friend’s Jeep to transport the 24 boxes of rented equipment I was returning.
I noticed the low-fuel light come on, so I pulled into the Co-Op on Archibald Street. I wanted to fill my friend’s fuel tank and told the attendant to fill it up, but when I went inside to pay the $58, I noticed my debit and credit cards were still in the evening purse I used at the wedding. They couldn’t take a cheque. I called my son to bring my purse, but he wasn’t at home.
My son asked if they could take his credit card number over the phone, but again, they couldn’t.
I was still on the phone with my son when the clerk came up to me and said my gas was paid for. I was astounded and asked who paid it. She pointed to two girls who were in their red Mustang and about to leave.
I ran out and thanked them and said I didn’t know what to say. All they said was, "Have a nice day."
I am still in awe and will definitely pay it forward.
— Lynne Fiola