On Saturday night at 8:20 p.m. a young, light-haired man about 6-foot-4 in height came to my door to see if I had gas, as he said his girlfriend’s car had run out of gas. He said he had tried three houses and no one answered the door.
I gave him my jerry can with little gas. He said it would save him the walk up to Mohawk. He would return the can full of gas. He thanked me for helping him out.
I wasn’t concerned about the gas; all I wanted was my jerry can back. I really thought he was sincere and would return the can.
One day has lapsed and still no sign of the jerry can. I really believed he would drop off the can.
This is a reminder to others to be cautious and possibly say “no.” I know I have learned a hard lesson and it is all about trust.
Bev Maloff
Castlegar