On Being "That Guy"

Yesterday, I was "that guy" that runs out of gas on the interstate and has to run helplessly to his friend's car to hitch a ride to the nearest gas station to pick up that 5-gallon container only to awkwardly pour just 2 gallons of it into the car while the rest spills onto the ground and his hands as semi's gust by, pushing him into the side of his car not long before he manages his way back into the car and pulls off a less than graceful merge back onto the interstate just escaping the cop slapping that orange "T" on his back window. Whatever pride I had is gone...for now I have been that poor, careless, shameless guy.