[t6dpilot]

Had an interesting thing happen some years ago. On my last leg home from a long weekend in WV with my other longhood friends and I exit the Dan Ryan in Chicago in my 71T. I took the 31st St. exit since the traffic was jacked and I know a way around it - sort of. Older black man was at the stop light telling a story about how the church van was out of gas just after where I got off (saw the white van) and he needs gas. He was dressed in a sport coat, slacks, and tie but still figured a scam, so said no thanks and pulled away.

My good side started pulling at me and I thought, what if he really is in trouble and his granddaughter really is down in the van. I decided to head back after a few blocks. Called the guy over and said hop in and we would go to the gas station. Said he didn't have a gas can with him or something like that so cash would be great. I told him I did not have any cash, but today was his lucky day - I was going to buy him a gas can and fill up his tank (if his story was legit). It was not, he mumbled something about just needed the cash and I politely asked him to get out.

Jeez, just trying to help... Almost suckered.