OK, maybe The Kinda OK Samaritan...
So, coming home from work today I pulled up behind a car that wasn't moving, and had it's 4-way flashers on. Of course, there was a stop sign at the intersection, but that wasn't why the car was stopped. Not a good thing for the person sitting inside that car. And as I pulled up I wondered if there's anything I could do to help.
Now, I will start by saying I am not very well versed in automotive mechanics. I know where the oil, the transmission, steering, wiper and brake fluids go. But that's about it. And to make things even more pathetic, I don't even have a cell phone. So even if she needed one, I wouldn't have been able to help.
Anyways, I decided to pull over and offer whatever help I could. Though I was expecting that to be pushing her car over to the side so she wouldn't continue to block traffic.
However, as I approached, the lady in the car popped the hood.
What can ya do?
I dutifully looked under the hood for her. As she tried to start the car I could see a whole lotta nuthin' goin' on. But I wouldn't really have known if there were anything significant going on anyways. So I lowered the hood and walked around to her window to talk to her.
Fortunately, she had already called her husband, who was only down the hill at the gas station, and was now on his way up. And I sorta kept her company for a moment or two while she vented a little about the car. I also recommended that we get the car off to the side of the street so she wouldn't continue to block traffic. And since it was on a hill, I figured the best option was to actually shift into neutral and allow it to drift backward - rather than me try to push it up the hill.
As I was helping her to make this decision, some jerk in a BMW pulled right up onto the bumper of the car. He had been sitting at the stop sign, and edging up slowly, as if he thought we were just having a bull session. He was completely oblivious to the fact that she had her flashers on. So I stepped to the back of her car and looked sternly at the guy in the Beamer and said, very loudly - to make sure he didn't have to read my lips - "She's broken down, and needs to back up to the side. You'll have to go around.". He listened.
I can be very persuasive at times. I'm sure the mohawk and a stern look help.
I stood behind her car and, somewhat, directed her. It was more for the people coming up to the stop sign, so they wouldn't try to pull up right behind her as she was backing up to the side. When she had stopped I walked around to her window again and apologized that the only help I could really offer her at this point was my prayers. She was actually grateful for what I had done, and said she wouldn't mind if I said a few extra prayers for her.
But the thing about all of this that I can't help notice; why was I the only person that stopped to help? Dozens of other drivers passed her by as she was stuck there, and I was the only one to stop.
Makes ya wonder about our society...
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