He was driving a pick-up truck with one of those camper shells over the bed. Not just a topper, but a camper -- the kind you actually go camping in. And he was pulling a flat-bed trailer behind it. Nothing was on it.
An interesting set-up. I didn't get to ask much about it -- where he was going, was he working or playing? The driver was a guy maybe 25 years old. He looked like he was just off the farm and had been working that day. But he wasn't much interested in my question when I talked to him around the side of the gas pump. He just looked at me. "OK," he muttered.
So I did all I could -- I prayed. When I was done, he thanked me and turned away.
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