Or: VunderBob does a good deed with very little effort
I’m tooling along in my Chevrolet yesterday, headed for FairyChatMom’s and UglyFest, when I see lots of troopers with people pulled over. I figured I’d better slow it down a bit so I don’t get caught myself. Good thing, too. Read on.
About 3 or 4 miles past the speed trap, I come out of a curve at the crest of a hill, and there’s something in the road. Lots of stuff. Hmm, a very large and very dead dog, and a little farther up, something that looked like a shredded tire, and a little more, a car with something hanging out of the front wheel well on the driver’s side. I decided to stop, even though I had no tools or a cell phone, and see what I could do.
The driver of the car was a little old lady, who was beyond distraught because she had hit and killed the dog. The thing hanging out of the wheel well was the inside liner of the wheel well, which I helped her pull out so she could drive. The rest of the liner was what was in the road near the dog. She had me call the sheriff on her cell phone because she was still incoherent. That was some trick, because I was in unfamiliar territory, and had a hell of a time trying to describe the location, but it got done.
I helped clear the debris from the road, and stayed with her until the cops got there.
She was very appreciative, and after much asking on her part, I gave her my address and phone number for future reference.
I know did a good deed, but I feel cheated. I didn’t exert myself, risk my life, or anything else that makes you feel good for helping out.