Relater (lesser) experience:

I arrived one crazy-busy day at our favorite music shop, an hour from home over hill and mountain, to realize I was driving on fumes and had forgotten my wallet. No way was I going to make it home without gas! Hardi, I knew, was nowhere to be found that day and if he had been around, would not have had 2 hours to bail me out.

So I asked the store owner if I could store-charge $5 for gas cash. After he and the repair dude got done laughing their asses off and ribbing me about it, they were happy to do it and asked, did I need more?

We still laugh about that one, but if you can't get help from your music pals, what are they there for?!?!?!?!?

~Susan