I have done something similar. I realised around 11pm in bed one night, that I had no petrol and needed to leave home at 6am the next day. I told my husband but he wouldn’t get out of bed. So I dressed and went out in search of a late night Petrol station.
I headed for the nearest large town 12 miles away. A few miles into the journey, I saw men running down the main road. A bit in front of them I saw a another chap legging it.
I drew alongside him and said quick “ get in”
I was right that the mob behind him were after him, He told me the story of being in the pub, there was an argument, and he already had had a chair thrown at him.
Luckily he directed me to the Petrol Station, and then I took him home. He was a nice young man but drunk.
What a mad thing to do. I just got back into bed next to a sleeping husband. I was lucky not to be attacked....
but I have always been a risk taker.
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