Secret Santa

Secret Santa

The man had just filled his car with gas; he was cold, wet, and ready to head for home. He opened his car door and bent down to climb inside. “Sir, sir.” He glanced in the direction of the frail voice to find a well-dressed, elderly lady attempting to get his attention. He closed the car door and walked towards her. “Can I help you, ma’am?” The older woman explained that the gas pump was not working properly, and asked if he knew what she was doing wrong. “These are new pumps and very touchy-even for me. I’ve found the easiest thing to do is forget locking them while I fill; they keep shutting off for some reason.” “Oh my! I can’t keep pressure on that handle until my tank is full. My hands don’t have much strength in them anymore.” She cast her blue eyes to the ground in frustration. “I’d be honored to fill your tank for you!” The man’s Texas accent was gentle and he gave her a little wink. “By the way, I love your British accent.” “Yes, a British accent in Texas. People always notice!” She smiled. “We just came to the States a few years ago. That’s my husband in the car.” She paused for a moment, “He has Alzheimer’s now.” “I’m so very

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