Monday, June 29, 2015

A chance encounter at a gas station in Arizona

I met Lance in Kayenta, Arizona. I was standing under a shade tree eating snack crackers and drinking water (my lunch for the day).

Lance was probably a little older than me.

He was wearing a baseball hat.

I only saw one tooth.

We talked about the bike, my trip, the heat, how far aways was Flagstaff; and then, like I expected, he asked me for two dollars.

Old Me held up my water bottle and said I'd spent all the money I had on this one bottle.

Lance said he understood and began to walk away.

New Me, knowing that a lot of people gave to me so I could get to Arizona, probably just to meet Lance under a shade tree, said that I might have two dollars if he'd sign my bike.

Lance signed my bike, and I gave him the money.

We shook hands, and before he walked away he said, "It was nice doing business with you."

I agreed.


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