The Gal, The Guy, And The Grill
A true story about a friend of a friend, and assistance not given.
When in doubt, help somebody out.
Peering out her window into the afternoon sun, she spotted an old man pushing a huge grill down the street on a hot summer day. The day was very hot, in fact, and the man definitely looked like he was struggling. This, she understood. She and her roommate had recently purchased a grill much like the one the old man outside her window was pushing, and she vividly recalled the effort needed to move it.
"Those things are heavy!"
She wondered why no one was helping him. "Where are his friends? Where's his family? Why is he left to push that thing all by himself?" Being a sweet girl, she thought that if no one was going to help this poor old man, then she'd do it. After all, she'd want someone to help her... The golden rule... Do unto others, and so on and so forth.
But, just then, the phone rang and the moment was forgotten - until her roommate walked in and said...
"Where the FUCK is our GRILL?!?!"
This memory has been brought to you by today's unexpected burst of Portland sunshine.
Feeling blue?
The sky is too.
Maybe blue's not so bad.
