Ran out of gas with my first 'real boat' on the St. Johns river north of Lake Monroe. Can't remember what my excuse was, but the boat died not too far from a man fishing the bank. Without knowing me from Adam, loaned us his extra tank and just said "leave it at the next marina up".
I noticed his bait bucket was trashed and when I filled his tank at the marina, I bought hime a new bucket as well. Although that was decades ago, I think there are STILL nice people in the world....makes me all warm and fuzzy!