Back in the early 70's while looking for gas I got lost off the south side of Chicago late at night.
There was nothing open and I was getting down to where I was going to run out somewhere. So I eased into a closed for the night gas station and parked in with the rest of the beaters awaiting service, and then spent the rest of the night laying low (literally lol)
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I was in Chicago in 1976, in a parking lot at Rush Presbyterian Hospital. My car broke down and the AAA tow truck took me to the "nearest" AAA recommended repair shop--after I advised him which end of the car to jack up, so as to avoid transmission damage.
After an enjoyable trip through China Town we arrived at a derelict gas station across the street from the Illinois Institute of Technology. On one side of the gas station there was a sign reading "Owuso's Dynamic Transmission Repair Service" and on the other side "Dynamic" was spelled "dinamic". As the sun was now setting I called a friend to rescue me--it took two calls . . . he hung up on me, laughing hysterically, the first time--convinced I was joking.