I stopped at Sam’s Club yesterday to get gas after work. If you’re familiar with how Sam’s Club operates, you know that I had to first swipe my club card and my payment card before the pump was operable. I swiped both, filled my tank, and replaced the nozzle. While I was twisting my gas cap on I saw a man walking toward me from his car, which was parked at the pump ahead of mine. Initially, I thought he was going to ask for money. Surprise, surprise. He didn’t. Here’s how it went.
Man: “I forgot my membership card at home. Can you swipe yours for me?”
Danielle: “I can’t do that.” I was frowning and shaking my head. “That doesn’t seem right to me.” I walked behind my car, heading to the driver’s side. My mind was made up. No can do. End of conversation.
Man: “You just have to swipe it. I’m using my own money.” He followed me. “I’m paying for the gas.”
Danielle: I looked around for the attendant. Where are they when you need them? I kept walking and said, “I can’t do it. That just doesn’t seem right to me.” I opened my car door and hopped in. As I drove away, I saw him heading to the other side toward another woman who was pumping her gas.
I don’t know if he was telling the truth, but it was suspicious to me. It’s not that I’m super honest, or anything. But, this situation was odd. Also, I think it’s highly unlikely that someone who bought their gas at a warehouse club would not have the card with them at all times. Why didn’t he just go to a different gas station? Was he looking for less expensive gas? Who knows.
Maybe I’m becoming as suspicious with people as my main character, Sydney Valentine. Sometimes, I think you’ve just got to go with your gut.