Reduced Some Frustration

While filling up my truck I heard someone behind me shout something (which I could not understand). Continued loud sounds of frustration as I finished getting gas. So, thinking "What would Uncle Mullet do?" I looked around and found an nice elderly gentleman clearly confused by the modern "convenience" of getting gas. I approached slowly and asked if there was anything I could do to help. We proceeded to figure out the steps to get his credit card recognized and got the pump going. When done, I asked if there was anything else he needed -- there was not -- so with a handshake we parted ways. Felt good to help.