Do you think he will do something good for someone else now?

I thought I would go for a drive just now at 0130 in the morning to find some nose spray for my gf. Since I am off from work tonight, I thought, sure why not. So after discovering a few places were closed, and fapping in one of the store parking lots ( yes, it was pre-meditated, I brought a napkin left over from the Jesus ressurrection holiday) I ended up at the British Petroleum gas station. I think that is what it stands for. Anyways, I digress, I went in and bought the new Lebron James Sprite, a pink lemonade, mexican chilli candy that I will not eat, and a lemon hostess cake and 15 dollars in gasoline. Lucky me the fuel truck was there, hopefully I got the good stuff.

After sitting there watching tv on the gas station, eating my 500 calories and filling my tank, I remembered I had forgoten bout the nasal spray. So after a few more minutes deliberating on the matter I decided to follow a white man into the station in the pouring rain. Yes, I forgot to mention the rain. While in there, a black man said his card was messed up and he hoped it worked here. The indian teller proceeded to tell him it declined.

My man insisted the card was just broken and then walked away in a inner turmoil induced panic trying to decide what to do. I asked if he needed gasoline and he told me he was empty.

I then offeed five bucks and erased 1,000 years of miss communication. Do you think he will pay this kindness forward? Anyone ever have an occurance like this before?

My reaction to your story: 



I mean, I didn't even get the physical description of the black man in that story, which was about 80% of the thread title.  What is going on in your head right now?  Are you sleep deprived?  Or are you always like this outside of Mafia games? 

Do you think he will do something good for someone else now?

I thought I would go for a drive just now at 0130 in the morning to find some nose spray for my gf. Since I am off from work tonight, I thought, sure why not. So after discovering a few places were closed, and fapping in one of the store parking lots ( yes, it was pre-meditated, I brought a napkin left over from the Jesus ressurrection holiday) I ended up at the British Petroleum gas station. I think that is what it stands for. Anyways, I digress, I went in and bought the new Lebron James Sprite, a pink lemonade, mexican chilli candy that I will not eat, and a lemon hostess cake and 15 dollars in gasoline. Lucky me the fuel truck was there, hopefully I got the good stuff.

After sitting there watching tv on the gas station, eating my 500 calories and filling my tank, I remembered I had forgoten bout the nasal spray. So after a few more minutes deliberating on the matter I decided to follow a white man into the station in the pouring rain. Yes, I forgot to mention the rain. While in there, a black man said his card was messed up and he hoped it worked here. The indian teller proceeded to tell him it declined.

My man insisted the card was just broken and then walked away in a inner turmoil induced panic trying to decide what to do. I asked if he needed gasoline and he told me he was empty.

I then offeed five bucks and erased 1,000 years of miss communication. Do you think he will pay this kindness forward? Anyone ever have an occurance like this before?