ABSTRACT
GOOD MORNING, ADVENTURER. Are you packed and ready to go?” Masha asked in a chipper voice. I had been waiting the whole night for this call to confirm our weekend plans and was concerned that something had happened to Masha, whose life was an unending drama. “Sorry I could not phone earlier. I was hunting for a gas station that still had gas and got home at 2:30 with an empty tank.” This reminded me of another ride with Masha—her car ran out of gas shortly before midnight, and we had to push it 100 meters to a gas station. Just before it was our turn the attendant closed the gas station, but not for long. Masha’s pleas and tears earned her a full tank.
