On one of the coldest days of the year, I was in a hurry to get home from work. However, I needed to make a stop at the nearest gas station as I was running on fumes. I turned into the lot of the local BP, right behind a Mercedes SUV. As we both drove toward two empty pumps the Mercedes stopped at the first pump. Since there was an available pump just a few feet ahead, I was incredibly annoyed that the vehicle didn’t pull ahead. I was so annoyed that I believe I said something to the effect of “Pull ahead you buffoon!”
Unfortunately, the driver of the SUV did not honor my request. In fact, said "buffoon" turned out to be a slender, 5’10” brunette. It was at this realization that my frustration turned to guilt. I backed my car up and turned it around so I could gas up from the other side of the pump where the SUV was parked. As I sheepishly got out of my vehicle, the sultry-voiced owner of the Mercedes apologized and said “I wasn’t trying to be a jerk. It’s just that the pump ahead of me was out of 92 Octane gas.” I remarked, “Well…if it’s any consolation, I didn’t call you a jerk.”
Yes, even at 37 years old I’m still reminded of the lessons I learned as a kid: Don’t jump to conclusions and don’t naturally assume the worst about everybody.
And yes I would have kept that in mind even if it was some crusty old man who drew my initial ire.