So I stopped on the way to some shopping…
I see these two women on the left side of the road, on the shoulder, hazard lights blinking. I pull over in front of them and walk back to see if they need my help. (I may not be a gentleman, but I can’t pass by a lady in distress)
They had lost the entire exhaust system, catalytic converter back. It was hanging by a thin strip of exhaust tubing and one mount, getting caught under one of the rear tires, and making a lot of dragging noise. Not a big deal, easily removed so they could get on their way. Took less than 5 minutes.
The one lady was on the phone with someone, and when I offered help, she said into the phone “Some white guy is here and he is helping us”.
Did I mention that these two ladies were african-American?
But I wasn’t “Some Guy” I was “Some White Guy” to her. I didn’t care what color they were, I saw two ladies in need of help. She saw a “White Guy”.
I got them on their way, and her companion thanked me for my help.
But it was strange.