I stopped for fuel at 6:30 am this morning on the way to PT. I was fueling up and organizing my stuff in the truck and kept hearing a distant voice say excuse me sir. I paid no attention to it until it got louder. I swung around and saw a man standing there 3 feet from me mumbling something about losing something. It was pitch black outside and raining. My adrenaline went from 0 to one million and I went into fight or flight mode. Suddenly I heard myself cussing at him and he slowly backed up still mumbling. I don't normally cuss so I know that I was ready to fight a stranger. It was a scary situation but once at PT I was safe and happy.
