Once, think I was 15, I ran out of gas and was walking around 3 miles to the nearest station. On the way there I had to go past a traffic stop, no where on the road to go. The cop asked me what I was doing and told me to wait a minute. When he was done he said he'd take care of it and gave me a ride back to my truck, then got a gascan out of his trunk and put a couple of gallons in.
Sometimes we forget the good stuff. Myself definately included.