I was getting gas at the old Davis Monthan AFB gas station for my trek to the San Pedro dig site.
After pumping the gas I stood in line at the kiosk. An elderly gentleman in front of me was exclaiming his dismay to the cashier, Yolanda, about the absence of his wallet. No money-no credit card. Oh! Dang.
Yolanda said he could pay her at his next visit. He seemed reluctant to have her pay for him.
I leaned over and asked Yolanda “How much does he owe?”
$5 was her reply.
Weeks later when I went to pay for my gas Yolanda said, “I have something for you.”
She handed me a calling card to which was stapled a $5 bill.
The card read J.E.G--- Board of Directors AAA!
On the back of the card, “To my guardian angel---Many thanks for your help with gas money.” Signed G--.