Happy (?) Ash Wednesday to you all. On this holy day, I give you the act of a Good Samaritan:
After dance class last night Lisa went out shopping with my sister.
Around midnight (they'd set out at 10PM) Lisa phoned to say she had a flat tire and was stuck in the parking lot of a 24 hour grocery store. Luckily this was in a good neighborhood and relatively close to home.
Unfortunately, the Escort is still on ice and I was stuck at the house. Even if it was not, there was no safe means of waking up the kids and loading them all into the two-door Ford. Not with only me at the wheel, and certainly not with Lisa and my sister added in. She was on her own, and what's worse our jack had broke back on Inauguration Day.
Leave the van, I said, and I'll go and pick it up in the morning.
Now as it happens there was a fire truck in the lot, dealing with a drunk. My sister approached them and asked for help. They scoffed and literally shut the engine door in her face.
I know they're not required to help, and in fact probably prohibited from doing so, but a little tact would have been nice.
So it looked like they were going to have to hike it home. And then a stock boy approached and asked if they needed help. He went to his car and got his jack and tire iron and took off the tire, ruining his khaki's in the process. Then the jack slipped, crashing down on his jack and ruining it. Luckily no one was hurt.
This should have been the end of it. Most people, including possibly myself, would have said 'that's enough', apologized, and moved on.
Instead he got a jack from a friends car and finished the job. When they thanked him, he said it was no problem and joked that it was his good deed for Lent.
Once again, there are good people in this world. Sometimes you don't even need to seek them out - they find you.
Enjoy the Lenten season and all the fish fry's that come with it.