A feel-good story

I recently drove to Minnesota for like 1.25 days to see a friend get married....it was a miniature trip to say the least but work was waiting for me when I got back.

I was getting ready to leave town and stopped at Brewberry's Coffee to pick up one of their amazing peanut butter chocolate chip gluten-free cookies. They just happened to be out :( I walked back to my truck, defeated, and started putting things in order for my long drive back to Missouri. I took my phone out and put it on the passenger seat, got my computer set up so I could listen to a book on podcast, and arranged everything within hand's reach from the driver's seat. Then, I laid my keys on the passenger seat,

locked the door,

and closed it.

It seemed like it all happened in slow-motion. My stomach lurched and I fully realized what I had done. I just locked myself out of my truck! Did I mention it was hotter than Hades outside!?!

What would you have done next?

Well, I laid on the ground :)

It looked really goofy but I was hoping against hope that I still had a spare key stuck up under my chassis held by a magnet, but I knew it had fallen off long ago.
A man pulled up next to me, got out, and said, "Is something wrong with your truck?"
I told him I'd locked myself out and was hoping to find a spare key. Plus, I'd locked my phone inside and didn't know how to get in touch with anyone.
He told me he would have offered to let me use his cell phone but he had left it at home. He said I should ask Brewberry's if I could use their phone. And he told me to look up Highland BP because he'd had good service from them.
Going on the tip of a kind stranger, I did just that and a man came out in 5 minutes to unlock my truck.
He was tall, black, and lean with a killer afro that made me wish I wasn't just another strange white girl so we could laugh at my blunder and shoot the breeze.
He worked quickly and had my door unlocked in 2 minutes flat.
"Well, there you go," he said.

"Thank you so much! How much do I owe you?" I asked with an inward cringe at what my bill would be.

"You don't owe me anything," he said kindly.

"What! Are you an angel?" I squeaked.

He never answered my question but went on to say that they usually charge $40 dollars for something like that, but that he thought that was too much for me to pay.

I thanked him again, wishing I could give him a huge hug but we were both sweating bullets and he looked like he just wanted to do a good deed and go.

I got in my truck, turned on the ignition, and cried out of relief.

There are still good people in this world...and quite possibly an angel with a great afro.