When I was about 18 a group of us young witness teens took a hiking trip to Death Valley. We stopped to get water at a gas station for our canteens, and if any of you have ever been to DV you know how it got it's name. It hit 124 degrees that day and the water came out of the faucet HOT!
So as we're filling our canteens out in the middle of the most god-forsaken place you ever seen, this beat-up old truck pulls in and the back of the truck is FILLED with ice and cold drinks, and the old guy driving the truck gets out and says, "hep yerselves boys!" We didn't care how much it cost...we filled everything we had with ice and drinks.
Then the guy leaves. We all thought that one of us paid him, but as we got talking later, nobody gave him anything!
I've never figured that one out!