The Time I Drove Away with the Gas Station Pump Still in My Car
- Curtis Campogni
- Jan 8
- 3 min read
Arcadia, Florida. If you’ve never been, imagine a quaint little town with limited options for food or fuel—and a lot of wide-open roads. I was wrapping up a long day as a case manager, my last home visit two hours from home. I was tired, hungry, and more than ready to call it a day. But before I hit the road back, I decided to stop at a Wawa about ten miles out of town to grab a bite and fill up my tank.
