14 November 2007





Two travelers caught a ride from the airport. Three miles down, the vehicle sputtered; the driver coasted into grass on the side of the road. The car was out of gas.

As this was BC (Before Cell phones), the driver started walking to the nearest gas station for fuel.

One passenger, muttering furiously, slumped low in the back seat of the car to wait. The other passenger got out, breathed fresh air, leaned against the hood and watched passersby, some of whom smiled or waved.

Both travelers eventually arrived at their destination at the very same time.

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