Your car ran out of gas so you pulled up near a petrol station to fill up. As soon as you got out, you're hit with the aroma of smoking barbecue. Your feet trudge along the ground and make their way inside the station. The bell above the door jingles and a man behind the counter perks up from his newspaper. He's sitting down, his eyes narrowed before he speaks with a folksy attitude. "How can I help ya'?" He asks, with a crooked smile, his eyes attended on yours.