The Gal, The Guy, And The Grill

What follows is a true story about a friend of a friend, and assistance not given.

When in doubt, help somebody out.

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She peered out her window into the afternoon Texas sun. As she did, she spotted an old man sweating profusely as he slowly did his best to push an enormous grill down the street.

The day was hot. Very hot, in fact, and the man was definitely struggling. This, she understood. She and her roommate had recently purchased a grill similar to the one the old man outside her window was pushing, and she vividly recalled the effort needed to move it.

"God, those things are heavy!"

She wondered who this man was and 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 would do it. After all, she'd want someone to help her if she were him. This thought alone compelled her to help. It's the golden rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.

...But, just then, the phone rang and the moment was forgotten - until her roommate stormed in and said...

"Where the FUCK is our GRILL?!?!"

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This memory has been brought to you by Sunshine.

Feeling blue?
The sky is too.
Maybe blue's not so bad.

Damn my windows are dirty!

::::: | Sunday, Mar 19 2006 at 11:17 AM
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