I have a theory. A girl does not need to know how to change a tire. (Just for the record, I know how to change a flat tire. I do. It just takes me three hours to do it. ) But she really doesn't. All she needs to do in the event of a flat tire is stand out next to the flat tire and look helpless and within three minutes, so burly man will be along to help. Really, three minutes.I went to leave for work this morning and didn't even make it more than five feet out of my driveway before I had some kind soul there offering to help me. I didn't have to do anything, he changed the whole thing. It really does restore your faith in humanity, knowing that when you really are in a bind and someone knows how to help you, they are right there waiting to do so.
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