You got that right.
Especially since my ride looked better than what he stole.

He didn't actually offer a Twenty.
He said he wanted to give me Twenty and wanted to know if I had change for a Hundred.
I ain't no dummy.

 

I do good deeds everyday, not sure it gets me anywhere quick, but I am gaining some loyalty in my customer base. They know I will go out of my way and do what ever I possibly can to make their day better.

Sometimes i even make a buck or so doing it.

Sometimes you make a dollar and sometimes you loose five.

Over the past few years i have found myself not stopping or giving a lot of thought before I do decide to stop and help people along the road that are broke down. I used to just stop, didn't give it any thought. Now with the litigis society that has come about, and the mentality of some of the public, I just drive by a lot of the time. It really disturbs me that I feel this way, and to see that my trust in my fellow man has wained so much.

The only consolation to my thinking is that just about everyone has a cell phone these days.

But it still is difficult to pass up someone broken down.

 

Had he flashed the hundred spot, I would have to bring out the tire iron, and maybe liberate him of it.

 

He didn't have no Hundred or even the Twenty.

He was trying to find out if I was carrying 80...or better.

 

I hear ya, I use to stop everytime too. Now if I have my kids then i wont stop unless I know them. Then even if it's just me, I may not stop if they dont "look" right. I feel bad, even though there are 3 guys with spiked and colored hair, tattoo sleeves and each has more peircings than I have lures in my tackle box..... I'm sure they are nice guys. I just can't stop!

 

The sad thing is those aren't the ones that bother me, what bothers me more is the single female, and the accusations that could be made.

 

Those are the ones that I fantazise about, unfortunatly they only seem to be around when wifey is around too.

Seriously, those are the ones I am cosious of too, especialy in a mini van. Sounds wierd right?
You never know if it's a set up to get someone to stop, never know who might be sitting or laying in the van waiting, or what they are waiting with. To many hiding places, to much ot watch at once!
Then there is the conflict of well, what if it is a woman broke down, what if a physcho stops, rapes and kills her? I could prevent that by stopping.

 

No wife or gf, maybe I am just feared I will find one if I stop.

I have to many habits, and toys that I won't give up.

 

You could at least get my 'good deed thread's url correct...

 

Where I grew up, stopping for anyone was just not done. Actually, there were two types of people back then, hippies (especially in Laurel Canyon in the city, and the beach area around Pali and Malibu) where everyone hitchhiked, and then there was the rest of society. My parents never stopped for anyone and drilled that line of thinking into my head. The Sharon Tate / Manson murders were not far from where we lived (I was 10 or 11 then) and that pretty much put the fear in everyone (expect the hippies and even they thought twice after that).

So, 5 years later when I was old enough to drive, I was pretty much well trained not to stop. Never have, and never felt bad about it. Especially these days what with cell phones, and services available (especially on the freeways).

Such is life.

(I do open doors for people though. More times than not, people in this town have no idea what to make of that.)

 

This is my good deed for today. I try to be conscientious and help my fellow man whenever I see the need. I've gotten lots of thanks over the years and some very ugly attitudes. I guess no matter how much you try to help some people they'd just rather be miserable.

 

Oops. How'd that happen.