I always complain about how rude and unhelpful people are, but then I find out that I, in fact, might need just a bit more help in life than others should be expected to give me. The other night, I left work, backed out of my parking spot, drove around a couple of corners, over a few bumps, stopped at a couple stop signs and while waiting at a stop light felt a slight bit of terror as a very nice, elderly man tapped on my car window to let me know that I "had a mess of bread on the trunk of my car." I thanked him profusely, grabbed the bread and headed on my way, amazed at my stupidness and thankful that there are very nice and observant people in the world.
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