Nice People
It's hard to remember living in a city that there are nice people out there. Here in DC, it can be impersonal at times-although I've always managed to meet people who were really nice (the guys who shoveled my car out of the snow twice two mornings in a row come to mind).Even last week when I was walking home with two heavy bags of groceries, my purse, another bag that held my shoes and my jacket, when I stopped to put my jacket on, a random guy (not American, European) asked me if I needed help.
But this last weekend took the cake. I was driving hoe from New Jersey and was on the Jersey Turnpike when I got a flat tire. It wasn't pretty, but it could have been worse. I pulled over to the side and coasted to a stop and called AAA. They told me they couldn't help but they would transfer me to the Turnpike Authority, who would help me. They said they would send someone out but it would about 30 minutes. Fine. I was sitting there, reading my book and waiting for help-it had only been about ten minutes, when a guy walked up (I hadn't even noticed him pull over) and asked me I wanted him to change the tire. I gaped at him, I'm afraid, and then said, "really?". H e told me it was no problem, he had a jack, he had a lug wrench that would the lug nuts and would only take him a few minutes. He had his wife and kid in the car-I could see them, so I figured he wasn't a psycho killer, although you never know. But he changed the tire, told me he saw a woman by herself by the side of the road and he couldn't leave her there when he could help. He was From Virginia, on his way home from seeing the sights in NYC. He was so nice, I couldn't believe it. I barely got the chance to say thank you and how kind he was when he said "You're all set, young lady" and drove off. Young lady! I KNEW I was older than he, but I just laughed and said thank you again.
So, this is my point-don't believe it if someone tells you there are no nice people left out there. I met one the other day.
But this last weekend took the cake. I was driving hoe from New Jersey and was on the Jersey Turnpike when I got a flat tire. It wasn't pretty, but it could have been worse. I pulled over to the side and coasted to a stop and called AAA. They told me they couldn't help but they would transfer me to the Turnpike Authority, who would help me. They said they would send someone out but it would about 30 minutes. Fine. I was sitting there, reading my book and waiting for help-it had only been about ten minutes, when a guy walked up (I hadn't even noticed him pull over) and asked me I wanted him to change the tire. I gaped at him, I'm afraid, and then said, "really?". H e told me it was no problem, he had a jack, he had a lug wrench that would the lug nuts and would only take him a few minutes. He had his wife and kid in the car-I could see them, so I figured he wasn't a psycho killer, although you never know. But he changed the tire, told me he saw a woman by herself by the side of the road and he couldn't leave her there when he could help. He was From Virginia, on his way home from seeing the sights in NYC. He was so nice, I couldn't believe it. I barely got the chance to say thank you and how kind he was when he said "You're all set, young lady" and drove off. Young lady! I KNEW I was older than he, but I just laughed and said thank you again.
So, this is my point-don't believe it if someone tells you there are no nice people left out there. I met one the other day.
posted by SHbookworm at 5:03 PM
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