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Errmaguurrrd, Durrcter Perrper!

Twenty years ago I drove a tow truck and befriended a bunch of graveyard gas attendants. My favorite was a dedicated weed enthusiast who was only 1 semester away from his forestry degree. (I said he was dedicated)

One night I asked him if he was scared working graveyard as down the street an AM/PM station was recently robbed and the attendant beaten with a baseball bat. He replied with something so deep that I was stunned he said it while not high:

Nah, man, ya know what really scares me? Five years could pass and I might be right here having this same conversation with you.

Which I interpreted as his fear of stagnating, or worse, not challenging himself to improve his life by following the path of least resistance. He was equally concerned that I would still be there in 5 years.

Happy to say he is now a forester with the US Forest Service. In Humboldt county, coincidentally.

Hey, u/zionalliance, thanks for reminding me of a cool dude, and stay safe. There are maniacs with bats out there!

Keep going, friend. You never go wrong investing yourself. I hope that record remains unbroken at your gas station.