Summer and I took a road trip to Kansas City to visit an old friend. On the way we stopped to go pee pee at a rest stop somewhere in Iowa.
We saw a little old man helping his little old lady wife walk toward the bathroom. I noticed them because they were going way too slow and totally in my way and at first it sort of irritated me and then I stopped myself, thought about it, and then decided not to be irritated and instead just be patient.
It's at just such times I'm reminded of WHAT A GOOD PERSON I AM.
I wondered what they were going to do once they got to the door of the Women's bathroom and he could no longer help her in.
"Can I take over from here?" I asked and offered her my arm. She hesitated at first but then smiled and said, "I guess so!" and we walked in and I helped her into her stall.
I REALLY AM A GOOD, GOOD PERSON.
I even waited for her to finish so I could help her out of the bathroom. It was no big deal, because I had tons of zits to pop. On the way out of the bathroom, she remarked to me as she leaned on my arm, "gosh, this is great!"
So I joked, "you're just faking, right?" (As in, you don't really need help, you just act like you do so you can make new friends! hahahahahahaha!!!)
She looked at me, horrified, shook her head and said, "No!"