It was windy. Really windy -- like you were standing on the wing of an airplane while it's in flight, gripping stationary objects in order to keep from getting swept away. That's an exaggeration, but it was windy. I actually had to brace myself against the gas pump and yell my question at the guy, and we were no more than two feet apart.
He was a guy in his 20s with a short beard and a driving hat. I took him for an intellectual with a wild side. He was driving a bright red Camaro. He was hesitant about my question, but he said yes. So I prayed for him, pretty much shouting my prayer to God in the wind. The guy thanked me, and I left.
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