Holy shit.
Ok, so I'm on my way home from my latest retail therapy session, and I'm driving along the highway. I come across this stalled vehicle on the side of the road and this older lady is next to it- almost in traffic.
I think to myself: that lady better be careful, she might get hit.
As I get closer to her, I see she is in great distress... she's crying and waving her arms, and I can tell she's saying "Someone please help me! help me! help me!" and then she would look into her car.
My next thought- oh god, someone in her car is dying or needs medical attention.
Then the inevitable second guess comes in: but what can I do? (I'm not a doctor, and I get squeamish around blood or sick people.)
But I could not, in good conscience just drive by. It would kill me- and this woman obviously needs some help. I looked at my cellphone... one little tiny bar of battery left. Shit... better than nothing.
About 20 yards ahead I managed to pull over and come to a slow stop (busy traffic, slamming on my brakes would have been really bad)- and I get out of my car and start running to the woman. As I approach and start cursing myself for not doing enough exercise, I see that a man is in her car, and is obviously helping her. I can't hear what's going on with all the traffic noise, but I can see that she's settling down. Not wanting to be rude, I waited for him to stop talking to her.
She gets back in to the car wiping her eyes- and I run up to her.
"Is everything ok? Are you all right? Do you need a cellphone?"
"Oh, I'm ok, I don't think so. Thank you." she says, almost in an opposite attitude of what I would have guessed judging by her performance on the road.
At this point I'm extremely confused- as the other 6 cars are that stopped. The woman gets in her car and starts to putter along, only making it a few feet before she throws her arms up in the air and starts to bawl again. This time, she doesn't notice that she's trapped the guy who tried to help her halfway into traffic as she pulled out and then turned back in. Cars behind us start screeching their tires, honking, and swerving to avoid an accident. I'm terrified of traffic.
I'm still standing on the side of the road as the man gets out, gives some directions to his wife and the lady in the car and then takes over the wheel of the vehicle. He tries to start it- and I then realize the crying hysterical woman is having car troubles...
Her car is overheating and she was half-way into traffic screaming as if someone was dying- that someone being a human being... not a car.
Deeply perturbed, I wait to see if the guy helping the woman really needs any of my help- or if I can take my leave of looking like a worthless idiot on the side of the road. I help him point at the motor a couple of times to make myself feel useful, and then I drive off.
Isn't being a good samaritan supposed to make you feel good- and not like a complete idiot?
Ok, so I'm on my way home from my latest retail therapy session, and I'm driving along the highway. I come across this stalled vehicle on the side of the road and this older lady is next to it- almost in traffic.
I think to myself: that lady better be careful, she might get hit.
As I get closer to her, I see she is in great distress... she's crying and waving her arms, and I can tell she's saying "Someone please help me! help me! help me!" and then she would look into her car.
My next thought- oh god, someone in her car is dying or needs medical attention.
Then the inevitable second guess comes in: but what can I do? (I'm not a doctor, and I get squeamish around blood or sick people.)
But I could not, in good conscience just drive by. It would kill me- and this woman obviously needs some help. I looked at my cellphone... one little tiny bar of battery left. Shit... better than nothing.
About 20 yards ahead I managed to pull over and come to a slow stop (busy traffic, slamming on my brakes would have been really bad)- and I get out of my car and start running to the woman. As I approach and start cursing myself for not doing enough exercise, I see that a man is in her car, and is obviously helping her. I can't hear what's going on with all the traffic noise, but I can see that she's settling down. Not wanting to be rude, I waited for him to stop talking to her.
She gets back in to the car wiping her eyes- and I run up to her.
"Is everything ok? Are you all right? Do you need a cellphone?"
"Oh, I'm ok, I don't think so. Thank you." she says, almost in an opposite attitude of what I would have guessed judging by her performance on the road.
At this point I'm extremely confused- as the other 6 cars are that stopped. The woman gets in her car and starts to putter along, only making it a few feet before she throws her arms up in the air and starts to bawl again. This time, she doesn't notice that she's trapped the guy who tried to help her halfway into traffic as she pulled out and then turned back in. Cars behind us start screeching their tires, honking, and swerving to avoid an accident. I'm terrified of traffic.
I'm still standing on the side of the road as the man gets out, gives some directions to his wife and the lady in the car and then takes over the wheel of the vehicle. He tries to start it- and I then realize the crying hysterical woman is having car troubles...
Her car is overheating and she was half-way into traffic screaming as if someone was dying- that someone being a human being... not a car.
Deeply perturbed, I wait to see if the guy helping the woman really needs any of my help- or if I can take my leave of looking like a worthless idiot on the side of the road. I help him point at the motor a couple of times to make myself feel useful, and then I drive off.
Isn't being a good samaritan supposed to make you feel good- and not like a complete idiot?
Remember how I used to take those funny pics using your computer, that webcam application? Notice that my right hand is just out of sight.
The only one pic of that series I have left is that pic in the last journal. Oh well.