Good Man

This one is for the good man who stopped and got out of his big ass shiny German ride to give me a push :-

YOU FUCKING KICK ASS TO THE POWER OF 17!!!!!!!!!!!

While driving and cruising at what I vaguely remember was around 70 KM/Hr, my ride suddenly slowed, stalled and then the engine died. In the middle of the road. My phone was dead and I was drunk. No. Tipsy. It was 1:15am and you, Sir, helped me at a time I couldn't help myself.

I know you saw my ol' faithful and thought to yourself, "This guy was duped into buying a junk, plus he probably belongs to the average income earner" (For the record, my lil sis drives my Proton now and it so happened that yesterday we swaped rides because she had to impress some of her friends) But you did not care. You did not judge me. You got out of your big ass shiny German ride in the dead of the morning and you put all that you had into it. You gave me the boost I needed to get enough courage to drive home.

I was so nervous and excited when I finally got moving. I got out of my ride but you already started walking back towards yours. I did not have a chance to thank you properly. I want you to know that not saying "thank you!" is not the way and order of the kanids, and since I will likely never see you again, this is the only way I know how.

So, to the selfless car-pusher, I hope you are reading this. You, Sir, fucking rule.

Sincerely,

Me