James A. Sheckels (JASHECKELS@AOL.COM)
Sun, 3 Dec 1995 14:34:52 -0500
Several (many) years ago I was returning home very late at night from a Scout
event in Western NC. I lived in Fayetteville, and I was about 120 miles from
home. I needed gas, and I stopped at a station. This was not on a highly
travelled road, a two lane state highway. It was about 1130 p.m. It was
also winter and very cold; I had on a snorkel style overcoat, Scout uniform
underneath. I pumped the truck full and went in to pay. All I had was a
check and a couple of dollars (my goof!) Now, these were the days before a
lot of phone-line checks for personal checks were mad, and ATM was a foreign
word. My bill was about $13.00. I pulled out my checkbook to pay, and the
attendant immediately informed me that they did not accept personal checks.
I did not have a credit card he would take, and I thought for sure I was on
my way to cleaning the grease rack. As I put my wallet back in my pocket, he
noticed my uniform and asked "What is that uniform you have on?" I pulled my
coat off and showed him. He said "Well, you're a Scout, I'll take that check
I don't know how greasy I would have gotten had it not been for the uniform!
In thirty years of Scouting, many good things have happened because of the
uniform, or wearing a red jac-shirt, or a Scout oriented ballcap, too many to
remember. But this one time really stickes out in my mind.
YIS Jim Sheckels I used to be a Bobwhite....
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