Tonight my dashboard emitted the shrill signal that says I was
running on empty and I had to sidle up to a pump, and pronto.
Fortunately, across from where I ate dinner there is a discount
station that sells Union 76 gas, which I suppose is of fairly high
quality because the company is so big.
Before pulling in, I noticed a disheveled hobo was leaning against
the posts that under gird the big 76 sign. Every now and then he
sneered or shouted at passing traffic and ogled the customers that
stopped for gas.
"Should I pull in?" I asked myself.
After all, if you read my martial arts articles, you know I'm a big
fan of PREVENTION.
My advice is simple: If an environment is hostile, don't go there.
Split!
But here I was, in perhaps that very position. The gas is better and
cheaper here than anywhere else within my tank's low range, but why
expose oneself to a hassle or worse?
Still, there was a voice inside that said: "Come on, you can handle
him; easily!"
And so I happily pumped my gas, cleaned the windshield, and took my
time, and he didn't budge from his post....

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