My running-out-of-gas story. I was NOT driving, so I maintain that it was not my fault.
A co-worker and I ran out of gas, after dark on the way from ABQ to a remote field site. About 40 - 50 miles from the nearest gas station. We were in the middle of one of the reservations - Navajo, I believe. We walked a few miles to the nearest village - which had no services of any kind. Not even a pay phone. There only seemed to be one house in town with any lights on, so we knocked. They didn't have a number for a tow-truck service or anything, but they called the tribal police. Someone would be by in an hour or two. Meanwhile, it turned out that we had crashed a wake. The people insisted on dishing up a huge meal for us. But worse, they were in the process of giving away the dead guy's stuff, and they tried to make us take some of it
It was probably very rude to refuse, but we made the excuse that we had to walk back to our truck. Eventually, a couple of tribal police showed up and they gave us about a 100-mile round trip ride to buy a can of gas.
Embarrassing, but we were lucky that we were actually within walking distance of anything
, especially helpful people.