I ended up once making an unplanned trip via greyhound to an end-of-the-line microscopic town in western Canada. I arranged for a ride from the bus station, but the bus was scheduled to arrive in town around 4:30AM or some such, and my ride not until 10:00AM. I assumed I could wait it out in the bus station lobby for a few hours.

Imagine my surprise when I arrived at the "bus station" to discover it was a bench in front of a gas station. That's it! No other building within sight whatsoever. Just a gas station on the side of the highway.

Luckily I had thrown into my bag an emergency sleeping bag (It was 15 or 20 below zero in winter), so I crawled into it on the bench, and went to sleep.

A little before 9:00 a lady arrived to open the station, and quickly locked the door behind her. I assumed she'd open the place at 9:00 and I'd be able to buy a cup of coffee (which was very needed after a few hours on the bench in the cold).

Instead the minutes tick by, and eventually a man pulls up in a truck. He walks over to me, and in a friendly tone asked why I was sleeping on the bench. (He was not rude). After telling my story (which was that I was on my way to drive a family member and her car back after an accident), he and the lady invited me in for a warm-up and a coffee.

I don't hold anything against the female employee, she was taking appropriate safety precautions, but in this case, I was mistaken for homeless, or worse.

Boy that hot coffee was good. (and the heated building not too bad either).