Three years ago, we were returning to Northern California from a summer camp in Southern California (Camp Cherry Valley on Catalina Island, THE best summer camp I've ever attended). We were in a school bus and had just left long, straight, boring Highway 5 to eat at roadside diner in the middle of nowhere.
We saw a motorist and his passenger trying to push a disabled sedan to the gas station, which was on a rather significant rise. No way they were going to get the car up that.
So, we pulled over and the Scouts ran from the bus, surrounded the car, pushed it up to the gas station and ran back onto the bus.
We still laugh about that today.
Just imagine the poor motorist and passenger. They know it's pretty hopeless trying to get their car up the hill to the gas station in the middle of nowhere and then, miraculously, their car is surrounded by Boy Scouts (if full Class A, I might add) who push their car to the station and then, just as quickly, disappear.
We hope that they still tell their story.