The sweetest thing a girl ever did for me may sound funny, but it was the first, and to this day only time that any girl has ever done it for me. We were going to dinner when I realised that my low fuel light was on. So I pulled into a gas station to fill up. As I was opening my door she said to stay in the car and she would pump my gas for me. Honestly girls, how many of you have ever pumped gas for your date? Reverse chivalry is amazing. So when I hear the pump cut off, I go to get out of the car to go inside and pay, and to my shock, she is already going in. She bought the gas for me to.

As I was waiting for her to return, I was watching the mother driving a minivan at the pump next to me while I considered how many karats the ring would have to be to get my date to marry me. The mother was talking to her kid. When my date got back to the car I looked at her and was in the process of thanking her as I drove off. I could'nt have made it more than a few feet when I heard a terrible noise and felt the car jump a little. I should have been watching where I was going.

Let me tell you, there is no mood killer quite as profound as realising that you have just run over a little kid as he walked in front of your car.

I immediately hit the breaks and began to assess the situation. My first instinct was to put the pedal to the metal and get the hell out of there. I instantly knew that would be wrong. I then thought I should put the car in reverse to get off of the kid. I realised that if I had cleared the kid, reversing would only mean that I would run him over again. I looked to my left, in the womans direction, fully anticipating an oncomming ass whooping directed at me. Hell, God knows I deserved it. The woman was looking at me, but not really freaking out too bad. I breathed a sigh of relief as I figured that this probably meant that I had not hit her kid. I glanced in my driver side mirror only to see the hose and nozzle from the gas pump dangling from my car.

I turned to my date and said "Baby, did you take the nozzle out of my car?" She said yes. I said "Well, it is still there. You might want to go and tell the clerk to cut the gas flow to the pumps." She cursed loudly and scampered inside looking like a dog with her tail between her legs. I got out of my car and looked at the situation in disbelief. Then I went inside where the clerk already had the owner of the station on the phone. It turns out that we were not the first people to make this mistake, and they have designed gas pumps accordingly. There is a cut off valve in the hose that cuts off the fuel flow if it is ever disconnected. The best thing is that the valve costs less than a dollar, so it is easy to replace and the owner said we could leave without even giving them my name.

As much as I was tempted to give her hell over the situation, I couldnt bring myself to do it. It was such a kind gesture. But to this day it still makes me smile to myself.