Stealing gas isn't cool

Yesterday I came home from my first full day working as a nurse and my dear husband was mowing the yard. When he finished, he said to me, "You'll never guess what happened to me today. Not in a million years." "Um, okay. Why don't you tell me?" This continued back and forth before he finally blurted out that someone stole gas from him.
Apparently he was mowing at one of the houses that he has been working on and he saw a strange truck pull into the driveway. He did not think anything of it until said truck peeled out of the driveway going 'at least 80 miles an hour'. So, my fearless husband jumps off his beloved lawn mower and runs to his truck to find that he had been robbed! The driver of the aforementioned truck stole a gas can off of his open tailgate! Well, Greg would not be made a fool of, so naturally he begins a high-speed chase to catch the thief! Did I mention that these two geniuses were on gravel roads?
Once Greg caught up with the guy and he stopped, it occurred to him that this guy might be packin' heat. So, Greg put his truck in reverse and prepared to leave this potentially deadly man alone. However, the criminal got out of his truck and did not have a weapon so Greg felt that he had to fight for justice. He jumped out of his truck and demanded an explanation. The gas-thief came up with some lame story about an emergency and his sick child and then (this is the best part!) he offers my husband TWO DOLLARS! What? Two dollars won't buy one gallon of gas! This guy must be crazy!
At this point, the man jumped back into his vehicle and tore off again. Greg had already been on the phone with the sheriff's department about what he could do (other than vigilante justice, of course) and because the guy had no license plates, his hands were tied.
So, the point of this story is to hang on tight to your gas because Greg will not always be around to protect it!