Neanderpundit

I WILL KILL HIM!

Or his mom.

Or his sister.

I have decided not to cut my hair until I murder bambi or one of his relatives.

Showering, on the other hand, I will still be doing 3 times a day. I’m not a damned hippie.

Usually.

So Sunday, on my way back from a job, I pull into a Starbucks, in search of my final remaining indulgence, the caramel frappuccino.

I have to swing wide to avoid a van which is parked in… an unusual space. As I walk up to the door, I see two women discussing the location of the van in question, and I notice for the first time the right off tire of the back of the van is immersed in nine inches of mud inside the concrete enclosed median strip.

So myself and one other stranger step up, help her push out. Takes a couple seconds. I don’t even get sprayed with mud, as I suspected I would.

SO I go into the starbucks and order my Frapp, and she gives it to me free.

Nice.

I don’t often get rcognized for the things I do- in fact, I prefer not to, as I’d prefer that the deed be it’s own reward- but sometimes it’s nice when someone notices.

Happy veteran’s day. Thanks is all I got because compared to your sacrifice, anything else is trite. So thanks.