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So about a week ago, I was at the little store by the house, when my oil light came on. Oops. Well, I didn't know how to check the oil (always let the professionals do it, LOL), nor did I know how to change it. So I get out, pop the hood, and stood there for a minute looking dumbfounded.
Then a guy walks up, asks what's wrong and I told him the oil light was on. He goes, no problem, I'll go get you some oil and fix it for you. And he did. Bought me a bottle of oil, how nice! While he was in the store, someone else walked up, asked the same question and stood around to 'help' when the guy came back with oil. He gets back, and he's changing the oil while the other guy is checking other... oils. Then our sherrif pulls up. :rofl1: He gets out and goes, "Everything alright, here let me help y'all." and he starts fiddling around. LMAO. So I had 3 nice southern men changing my oil and uhhh, checking my gauges.
I was very humbled, but in my few years here in this tiny town, I've learned just about anyone will do just about anything for you. Doesn't matter if they know you or not!
Well, I was humbled again about 5 minutes ago, and highly embarassed.
I decided to cut the property on the riding mower. Got to the edge of the drainage ditch out front, and whoops, flipped the freaking mower into the drainage ditch. Stuck as stuck. Great!
So I'm extremely obese, sitting here in a too-tight t-shirt, entirely too-short shorts, with hairy legs and no bra. Going, "Screw this, I'll figure something out..."
The first guy that drives by in his big 'ol country pick-up u-turns into the yard, hops out with a chain, hooks it up, and goes, "Howdy ma'am! Hop in mah truck, throw her in reverse, and let's get this little fella out here!"
I'm like... "Okay, thanks!"
I did, and we yanked the mower out quick and easy. Then he introduced himself, shook my hand, and took off on his merry way.
Gotta love southern hospitality.
But lesson learned. If you are fat, don't cut grass in skimpy clothes, with hairy legs, and huge sagging boobies with no bra. It makes for a very embarassing moment if you find yourself in a jam and needing a strangers help.
Then a guy walks up, asks what's wrong and I told him the oil light was on. He goes, no problem, I'll go get you some oil and fix it for you. And he did. Bought me a bottle of oil, how nice! While he was in the store, someone else walked up, asked the same question and stood around to 'help' when the guy came back with oil. He gets back, and he's changing the oil while the other guy is checking other... oils. Then our sherrif pulls up. :rofl1: He gets out and goes, "Everything alright, here let me help y'all." and he starts fiddling around. LMAO. So I had 3 nice southern men changing my oil and uhhh, checking my gauges.
I was very humbled, but in my few years here in this tiny town, I've learned just about anyone will do just about anything for you. Doesn't matter if they know you or not!
Well, I was humbled again about 5 minutes ago, and highly embarassed.
I decided to cut the property on the riding mower. Got to the edge of the drainage ditch out front, and whoops, flipped the freaking mower into the drainage ditch. Stuck as stuck. Great!
So I'm extremely obese, sitting here in a too-tight t-shirt, entirely too-short shorts, with hairy legs and no bra. Going, "Screw this, I'll figure something out..."
The first guy that drives by in his big 'ol country pick-up u-turns into the yard, hops out with a chain, hooks it up, and goes, "Howdy ma'am! Hop in mah truck, throw her in reverse, and let's get this little fella out here!"
I'm like... "Okay, thanks!"
I did, and we yanked the mower out quick and easy. Then he introduced himself, shook my hand, and took off on his merry way.
Gotta love southern hospitality.
But lesson learned. If you are fat, don't cut grass in skimpy clothes, with hairy legs, and huge sagging boobies with no bra. It makes for a very embarassing moment if you find yourself in a jam and needing a strangers help.
