A couple months ago I ran something to my wife at her job. On the way out, a lady couldn’t start her car, so I offered to give her a jump. I was surprised several weeks later when she sent a gift card to me for a nice restaurant. Being nice to people can benefit me? I may have to rethink my entire life…
This past weekend, I was leaving the ballet (yes, I’m very cultured also) when a family couldn’t start their brand new vehicle. I messed around with it and tried to jump them, but to no avail. My expert mechanical skills were on display. “The jump didn’t work. Hmmm. Let me threaten your car with violence. I’ll kick your ass, car!” Surprisingly, it didn’t work either. Time to call roadservice.
Despite my failure, the lady handed me a wad of cash. I refused it, but she insisted. I then got in the car and realized she gave me $60. $60? I’ll drag your damn car to Dayton for $60. I think I’ll start hanging around parking lots looking for people who need jumped. That didn’t sound right, by the way. Oh well, it’s paying more than comedy.