I was driving home from fishing in Nevada and was getting gas in Winnemucca. Two guys in Ute shirts, both around 35 and north of 300 pounds step out of a 90's era dodge caravan and ask me for a smoke. I say I don't have one, so they both start looking around on the ground. I see the skinnier one (about 315ish) bend over and pick up a cigarette butt and light it up. They share a quick smoke while leaning on their van and said something or other about being PAC 12 south co-champs and how next year they were going to win the natty. The bigger dude said "hopefully mom lets me borrow her minivan so we can drive to the big one next year".

I'm almost done filling up when I see them empty their wallets, counting about 12 or 15 bucks between them. That's when I overheard the skinny one say "$15 bucks aint gonna go very far at the brothel...ask that guy if he has any money he can spare". They walked over and asked for cash, and out of pure sympathy I was going to give them a few bucks so they could have a good time, but I noticed the sores all over their skin and changed my mind. Herpes? Syphilis? I wasn't sure, but I just felt too bad for the working girls of Winnemuca to give these guys money. As I was getting in my car I heard them say something about being self-righteous. Weird experience.