Ice, snow, terrible roads. Naturally Benny got his truck stuck trying to get up our driveway last night. And I mean really stuck . . . as in "blocking the street" stuck.
I did go out to help him, though I'm not much help.
I was quite happy when a guy turned onto our block just then. I waved at him to let him know to hold off; there was no way he could get past us. At least there would be another set of muscles to help Benny push as I gunned it, trying to get out of the street.
Unbelievably, the man just sat in his car. For TWENTY minutes. He sat and watched a silver-haired guy and a woman try to get a very stuck truck un-stuck. And didn't lift a finger to help.
I was appalled. Stupefied. Ticked.
And I thought of my boys . . . and how either one of them would have jumped out of their car in a split second, without giving it another thought, and helped someone in need.
[My girls would have had the same impulse; they're just not much help when it comes to pushing cars out of the street.]
Hurray for my boys.
Boo on the guy in the silver Honda.
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4 comments:
REALLY wish you would have called me! But, I was helping a little old lady get to her car, so I probably couldn't have come
oh ick. makes me sick that people are that cold-hearted.
josh, we would have called, but you were still at work. (no doubt helping that little old lady.)
I guess I've been spoiled by all the chivalrous gentlemen in my life.
I tell you, chivalry is at death's door.
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